So when a purple-gloved hand closes around a petite shoulder, and the blonde turns to see a very grave expression that looks foreign on that would-be cheery face of his- she knows. Hell, she’s certain that even though her old life has officially ended with the shot of the gun, a new one is only just beginning.
That hand squeezes and then drops from her altogether, turning away from the young harlequin and stalking off, leaving her to stare at the body, pistol and blood and then somehow she finds herself on her knees in the realization of what she’s become. Of the realization that she wants more of it. More of the chaos, the fun, the danger and murder, and above all, more of her Mista’ Jay.
That hand squeezes and then drops from her altogether, turning away from the young harlequin and stalking off, leaving her to stare at the body, pistol and blood and then somehow she finds herself on her knees in the realization of what she’s become. Of the realization that she wants more of it. More of the chaos, the fun, the danger and murder, and above all, more of her Mista’ Jay.
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THEME BY LOSTMEMENTO
