Stay with me this night

Arthur’s POV.

Now, in the walls of my room, I stood with all my today's activities recalling in my head; The weird, unexplainable, and compromised ones most especially.

I remembered the kiss I shared with Iris for some sort of reason I couldn't explain, the sharp pleasure I felt for a second before I returned to my goddamn senses, realizing that I had kissed my supposed enemy, Sabastian Scott’s daughter, Iris.

I didn't give a hoot was all I knew. A kiss could mean anything.

Not to leave out, the life I took. That big mouthed freak.

Oh, I hate the sight of blood and the stuttering sound of a gunshot. Or even having to see someone fall and never get up again but nobody knew about this except my sister.

It wasn't my fault In any manner, it could at least been avoided by that foolish snitch.

A deep sigh of tiredness and relief was what I let out after this series of flashbacks. A sight of relief for at least sorting out the issue of the snitch and the trucker driver with the police.

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