I Will Sell My Soul For Something Pure And True
~Epilogue~
The naked mocha latte man opens his eyes. The night is warm and tender. Yet he knows something has just happened. Gently he disentangles himself from Stephanie's limbs and slips out of bed. She's still wearing the promise ring. She will hold on tight to the promise. The promise he'd like to keep. Someday. One day. When the time's right. He steps into the elevator. He can feel the weight of his knife and guns. The elevator dings. He steps out and raises his brow at the scene in front of him. The cleaning team is diligently at work cleaning up something.
He stands in the middle of the lobby. He has worked very hard to become who he is. He almost died. He paid the price. He is an island. He is the continent. Any man's death diminishes me? Nope. He doesn't regret killing Morelli. He'd known all along it would come to this. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst. But a zombie?
Tank, his trusted friend and second-in-command, winces: "It's complicated."
Upstairs in the heavenly bed, Stephanie smiles in her sleep. Ah, the stark contrast. The smell catches his attention. He almost rolls his eyes. Yeesh.
~Theme Song: #1 Crush from Romeo + Juliet~