-Anya POV-

She was probably one of the worst people ever. She had simply ghosted Damian, her long time crush who she had found out liked her and slept with, and would be responsible for his father's death.

She, Anya Forger, sucked.

"Miss Anya, why are you so down?" Mama asked her in the morning when she had finally woken up.

Anya shrugged, eating her breakfast as Mama Yor bustled around, cleaning up the house. Strangely enough she liked stuff like this, though it was probably because of her assassin job. Mama, however, hadn't been taking any jobs lately as she was currently pregnant with Anya's first sibling. Mama Yor had been rather secretive about it, not even telling Anya at first. Mama's supervisors had been rather unhappy that their best assassin would be indisposed for so long, but had given her leave for two years. Next month, however, Papa would take over all of the hard tasks as Mama would be in her fourth month of the pregnancy. Papa was so worried about Mama that he hadn't even wanted her to do anything around the house, but Mama Yor had insisted as she hated being idle.

"Mama, what would you do if you liked someone, but you most definitely hurt them so badly?"

Mama tilted her head from side to side, contemplating it,

"How badly did you hurt them?"

Anya frowned,

"Very badly."

Mama Yor laughed,

"Well, that's easy. You simply corner them, put a knife to their throat, and apologize to them, promising to be a better girlfriend."

Anya stared at her, eyes wide open, reading Mama Yor's thoughts.

Well of course, you have to make sure that the knife isn't too close to their throat and that they don't squirm too much because otherwise their throat will be cut and that won't be too good either.

Anya frowned. Maybe she should stick with Papa's advice. It was a lot less deadly and bloody in her opinion.

"Nevermind, Mama."

Mama Yor looked rather upset at that as Anya headed back to her room. She saw a notification on her phone. It was probably from Becky, so she looked at it quickly.

Today:

Sy-on Boy: Are you okay? You left without saying anything.

Anya sighed. He was finally awake. She would have to end it here and now. Papa was right; there was nothing else to do except to cut him off.

Today:

Anya Forger: I am sorry.

Anya Forger: I don't think that we should see each other anymore.

Her heart ached so hard as she clicked the block button. What had happened. If she could go back in time and change everything, she would never have fallen for Damian. She would have kept her distance and been like all those other girls, fawning over him. She wished that she had never been a spy. If she had still been at that orphanage and Papa Loid had never picked her, would everything have been so much easier now?

Yes. It would have, and she knew it. Damian would never have fallen for her. She would never have fallen for him. She would never have gone to Eden Academy. They would be separated. Maybe she would see him in a tabloid and remark on his looks and then forget about him. Maybe he would see her on the street, remark on her looks, and forget about her. They would be so unremarkable to one another.

It was for the best. Papa Loid was always right.

A traitorous tear started rolling down her face, then joined by many others. In a few moments, she was full out sobbing, thankful that Papa Loid and Mama Yor were probably at work now. She was so fucking stupid. Why had she fallen for the one person she knew that she couldn't be with? It would have been better to be like Becky, in love with a new idol every week, but no. She had picked Damian Desmond, Sy-on Boy, the target.

Anya wiped her face. It was no use in lamenting over what could have been and what was the reality. She put on some nicer clothes and got in her car, heading to Becky. Becky would know exactly how to make her feel better.

Right as she was to head outside, her phone buzzed again. Great. Had she not blocked Damian properly? She would have thought that despite her horrific technology skills that she would be able to do the simple act of blocking someone.

No. It was a news alert.

Donovan Desmond in the Hospital, Fighting For His Life After Suspected Poisoning Murder Attempt.

Anya's phone hit the wood ground.

It was done.

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WHY AM I BAWLING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIBRARY WRITING THIS? so grateful i wore waterproof make up because T_T

i hope my friends didn't notice lol

bruh i need to make a playlist for this story because i need to listen to songs that match the vibe.

ANYWAY TYY FOR READING 333333