Just Lather, That's All

Weakness Within

"They told me that you'd kill me. I came to find out. But killing isn't easy. You can take my word for it." And he headed on down the street.

Several seconds had passed while I stood there, my razor still clutched in my hand, a shocked and almost mortified look on my face. i How could he have known? /i I glanced at my reflection in one of the mirrors in my shop. "Your weak," I told myself, "That the reason why you let him leave." A whirlwind of passed feels resurfaced again from deep within my mind. The gush of blood. One deep incision. I would have to flee. i Did I really make the right choice? To let him go? Maybe I should have killed Torres after all...no, that would only make me as bad as him. /i "I don't want to be anything like him..."

I jumped a bit as a new customer entered my shop. It was quite difficult to keep my composer, yet somehow I managed. My flustered and sweaty face was now concealed beneath a calm mask. I formed a soft normal smile at him, as I proceeded to give him a shave as well.

I didn't see Captain Torres again after that day for what seemed like years, but it was merely just a day. It did come as quite the shock when he did return, for more of my practice.

He smiled at me as he sat down in the chair again, his eyes closed. "Don't do anything you'll regret now."

My brow twitched, "Nothing of the sort..." I murmured, and raised my hand to shave him once again. It was difficult for me to hold everything in, but I'd rather be weak that his definition of strong.