Chapter 1
I can't stop thinking about him. I know it sounds stupid…but I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. And then,maybe he would stop this foolishness. I think he was only in it for the money. No. He was in it for the money now that I think about it.
I know I couldn't stop him. I wanted to so badly though. Maybe if I could have stopped him,he wouldn't be dead. But that didn't happen. So,here's my story of the last few days that I saw him before he left me.
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I stopped killing people around the summer of 2003. There was no point in doing it anymore. I was tired of living in Russia and I needed to get away. So I'm back in the states living in a nice house in New York,having a good time.
I'm still unemployed though. I'm trying to look for a job though. I've still got money from my last heist. Nothing too big though. I don't think they know that I've officially left yet. But I don't care. I don't want to go back. I need a new life.
But my new life hasn't been all that easy. I still get flash backs of killing people. And then,there's him. I still can't forget him. But I don't want to remember him. I'm about to go up and take a quick rest, and the doorbell rings. I open the door,and there he is…
