She stared hard at the slip of paper, her thoughts warring between misguided sadness and angry confusion.
The message was terse. Impersonal. And those six words scrawled in immaculate handwriting that had become so painfully familiar to her in the past months seemed…inadequate.
Under the bed. A loose board.
That was it.
How like him, she thought. How very much like him. An indiscriminate bastard to the bitter end.
Her eyes flicked to the bed, still rumpled from his last night in it.
She knew it was foolish…He was an enemy, after all…but…she couldn't help it.
The bastard.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 98
Okay, sorry about not getting it posted sooner. Warhammer Online is consuming my soul.
I'm almost done. Aiming for 100. Tell me what you think.