Max was in total and utter shock. He could not believe his eyes.
This has to be a trick he thought.
This can't be… he didn't want to finish…
"Remember me," Rosario said as Max looked at her, still in utter shock.
His assassin… his assassin was his friend. Back in Middle School. They use to be so close. You could saw they were making a bond together. But it all ended that one day. Not so long ago.
Somewhere in their late high school years, Rosario was… uneasy most of the year. Max always worried some day she was going to snap.
She did.
Outside the school, Rosario was crying. Max was extremely worried. Did I do something wrong? Max always thought. As soon as Max made contact with her shoulder, she screamed. Louder than any other scream Max had ever heard.
She stormed out the room and ran away. Far away. She never came back.
And that was the last time Max ever saw her.
Everyone went looking, even Max did.
But she was no where to be found and the government stated that she was dead…
Max did not believe this. But he stayed quiet ever since that day. He never seemed to smile. He never laughed, never cried, never sighed and he never spoke to anyone. He never made eye contact. Never did any physical contact. He practically didn't do anything that involved any emotion once so ever. He was emotionless.
But deep inside, Max was in deep despair. Everyday, the sadness and grief stayed inside him. Bottled up in his dark black heart. Outside, he was emotionless. But on the inside, he was dying.
What had become of Rosario? he would always think of the question as it raced through his mind.
One day… For one second. He actually thought… Rosario was… dead.
He immediately started crying. The first emotion he had done in years.
Then he ran away from that point on.
Then all this happened…