Thread: !-800-SUICIDE || bear & kosmik

RE !-800-SUICIDE Bear Kosmik There was something about him that was hypnotic in the way that he moved, the air about him almost seeming to be transfixed in him just as she was. He really was a vision of hope in the dark world that they lived in, and if anyone could have broken her out of her funk to make her want life again in the dreariness that was death, it would have been Sasha. It was irony that he was the one that was contracted out to kill her in her final days, because if they had met under different situations then they would have likely gotten along very well and never gotten to this point. Lucie mused inwardly if life had a reason for the way it planned things, almost as if she wouldn't have met this man if she hadn't craved death so deeply. She never traveled to places like this restaurant and hadn't even known this side of town had existed before she'd been given the address. But here she sat, across the table from the man that could have been the love of her life either way. His hand was surprisingly warm when he took hers, her fingers touching him in a gentle shake, far different from her usual handshake. Sasha, She murmured his name, not because she hadn't heard him but because it was unique, a tribute to the fact that he was very much different from everything that she'd known. Every guy she'd known had been Chad or Chandler or Tanner. They'd all been bleached teeth and sun-baked skin, their smiles every bit as fake as their personalities. I think the pleasure will be all mine. She said, letting her hand linger on his just a moment more before she let it go, watching him as he moved his hand to his pocket. Cigarettes. She'd always hated the dreadful things and the smoke they created since she was a child but he made them look different, even the smell of the smoke an invitation to come near him. It was a unique thought, as she had never put my thought behind why she'd had an aversion to them before. They ended your life early, of course. That didn't matter now, though. No, I don't. She said after a moment, realizing she'd never properly answered him. It was enough to watch him partake, his lips wrapping around the filtered tip and breathing in so that the cherry flared at the very end. When he exhaled the smoke, it lingered at his lips as if it, too, knew that it were leaving a man as charismatic as him. He was a unique one, that was for sure. Lucie found herself searching for words before he'd even gotten to the question, her fingers picking up a berry and slipping it into her mouth to buy herself some time, enjoying the tart but sweet flavor of it. Well, Sasha, I was hoping to fall in love with you. She said after a moment, her ability to have finesse in her words lacking, though the words were straight to the point as she needed them to be, her meeting his as she continued on, You see a beautiful young woman before you... And I probably do still look like one. But frankly, I've been robbed. I've been robbed of a childhood that should have been full of friends. I've been robbed of a choice in making a career that I could have built my life around, and just a few weeks ago, I was robbed of the one good person remaining in my life. That stung her to say, as she was admitting that though she had a wide network of people that had come to her when she was in her despair, none of them had cared for more than the money in her pocket. I've been robbed of everything else. I just want to be robbed of one more thing before my life is over. She said, steering the conversation away from what she knew to still be a painful subject for herself, as her heart still mourned the loss of her mother. It squeezed painfully in her chest and she was struggling against tears that were still threatening to come, You seem more than capable of stealing a heart. My question to you is... Are you willing? You can take a life... But can you help me live before you do? She offered out her hand to him then, a nonspoken sign that she wanted a physical confirmation that he was still interested in the contract.