White City Murder Expo

I put Cillian on my lap, reverently looking forward to the moment when he wakes up, but after he wakes up, he never wants to kiss me again. When I tried to lean towards him, he turned his head away Yes, my lips brushed against his hand that was covering his face.

In all sense, I can understand his hostility towards me at the moment. Anyone who finds himself waking up with a rope around his feet will feel uneasy.But if I don't tie him up, he will run away, just like everyone always leaves me.Cillian was my favorite of all, and I couldn't bear the possibility of losing him.What's more, isn't the relationship between two people all about working together and making concessions?

I was really sad, so I cried, but he just looked at me coldly, like a person with an appointment standing in front of the window watching the rain, with his mouth tightly pressed.I didn't get the expected response, I started to feel embarrassed and ashamed, I went out to wash my face, and suddenly became very timid on the two steps back to the bathroom, wondering if he heard me blowing my nose outside I really don't want him to dislike me After all, why do I always do embarrassing things?Ah yes, I locked him in the bathroom, in the same position as Andy.I didn't do it out of jealous revenge, no.It's just in the bathroom, when I'm not watching, at least he can go to the loo by himself, or take a bath to pass the time, although Cillian isn't very respectable.

"...would it hurt?" I pointed to his ankle and explained before he could answer, "You may have to bear with it for a while, sorry. I'll try to replace it with a less rough one."

"It's not—it's not the problem at all," Cillian raised his voice rarely, and struggled again, and I saw the skin on his ankle was rubbed red, "Suey, calm down, don't do stupid things. It's pointless like it is now, isn't it? If you let me go now, we can still be the same as before."

"really?"

"real."

"Don't care about me like before, I don't know what's good in that."

"How could I not care about you?" he asked.

At this moment, I remembered the day I killed the inspector, I was standing at the door of his house dripping... I used to pray in my heart, if only there would always be such a rainy day.But now I don't want to do that anymore.I don't want to wait endlessly for illusory pity.As long as Cillian never sees anyone again, I don't need to kill the second Andy for him. Maybe it's hard for him to understand, but it's really a good decision for everyone.

"You will stay with me, Cillian, and I will..." I said, suddenly a little ashamed, "I will love you."

I pushed back the hair covering his face, and gently pulled out the strands of hair that he was holding in his mouth. He slapped my hand away again, and I took a breath—when he was struggling before, my The elbow scraped a piece of skin against the wall.

The wound in the joint is very troublesome, it will control you in turn, and the slightest movement will be met with the revenge of pain.I bear it in silence with my head bowed until the aftermath of pain subsides, as if I were taming my wound.

He hesitated for a moment, then as if thinking I was putting on airs, I rolled up my sleeves so he could see the old wound on my wrist and the new one on my elbow.

"You promised me you wouldn't do this again," he said, looking at my wrist.Those horizontal overlapping wounds are almost like some kind of special pattern.

"Don't teach me a lesson." I said, with an indescribable joy in my heart.

Cillian fell silent.After a while, he asked again: "Aren't you going to deal with it?"

I reluctantly raised my hand, and there was another pulling pain. I had to grit my teeth to control myself from screaming: "I can't see."

"I can see," said Sirian. "Can I help you?"

I didn't reply right away, because I always felt that there was some uncontrollable part behind this calm.Sure enough, he immediately said: "I can help you with the medicine, but I want to sleep in the bedroom tonight, Sue. I won't run away."

He's trying to negotiate terms with me. I have to think about it—I don't think this request is too much. If a person sleeps in a bathtub, he will feel very uncomfortable.So I agreed and went and got the hydrogen peroxide, iodine and cotton swabs and handed them to him.Cillian's actions in dealing with the wound were still so cautious and clumsy. During this brief silence, I felt something almost tender.

"Okay," he said.Put everything away and give it to me, looking calm and docile, looking up into my eyes to remind me: it's my turn to keep my promise.I looked at the window behind him, at the dark gray sky outside, and was overwhelmed with sudden panic.

I rushed out the door and walked up and down the house, even though the doors and windows were locked, but I still thought he would escape.I realized there was no way I could grant his request, at least not today.I went back to the bathroom and wept bitterly in front of Cillian, talking illogically about how much I missed him and how I would die if he abandoned me; all I said but he only understood I broke my promise.I made him dinner afterwards and he told me straight up that he wouldn't take a bite as long as I was here.

Hearing this, a part of me flew into a rage, and wanted to slap the whole plate of hot noodles in his face; but another part of me was so terrified that Cillian was angry, and I didn't Know what to do.

After thinking for a long time, I gently put the plate in front of him and told him that I will leave today.Before going out, I remembered that it might cool down at night, so I went back and gave him a blanket.

"I took Andy away," I said.

"...Where are you taking it?"

"Hospital," I said, "I'll tell the doctor you're sick today."

At that moment, a look of despair appeared on Cillian's face, as if he suddenly realized his situation.I hate seeing him like this, that deep sadness always reminds me that my jealousy ruined our relationship, that I betrayed him.I didn't know how to deal with it, and finally ran away in a hurry.

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When I got home, it was already very late, the key was inserted into the lock, and the door couldn't be opened anyway. I turned the key repeatedly, shaking the door panel slightly, when the door suddenly opened from the inside.Butcher stood at the door with folded arms and said, "Sue."

I pulled out the key in embarrassment, put it in my pocket, looked down at my toes, and felt for no reason that he had been waiting for me for a long time tonight, until this time. "Ah, today..." I said, and there was no more.I'm so distraught at the moment that I can't even make up a lame excuse.

Butcher waited for a while, then stepped aside and went upstairs by himself.I looked at his back and called him subconsciously. He paused, leaned on the railing, and looked down from above.

"Uh," I said, not really thinking about what to say, "may I take you to school tomorrow morning?"

"……dad."

He said, sounding a little tired, "Tomorrow is Saturday."

What about tomorrow?No, I mean, what about next Monday? ...it's too late.I heard a deliberately soft slam of the door and the click of the lock.I sat on the sofa, huddled up, put my hands in my hair, and let out a long sigh.Again.It's amazing how easily I can screw up everything without doing anything special.

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