The entire week sheer guilt was eating me alive, I couldn't eat, I couldn't speak. All I could think about is how the man's eyes had widened and how he had been slowly drained out of his own energy.

I remembered the short intake of oxygen right when the bullet buried into his forehead.

"It was an A plus shot, baby."

You whispered each day, patting my back.

"Thanks."

Thanks for- for showing me how to kill someone, Chanyeol. Once again I had lost my innocence as I shot someone innocent. It was at those times that I wanted to stop all this, because I couldn't bare all the guilt of stealing and betraying people, seeing them die right in front of my very own eyes.

I didn't want this, I only wanted you. Was this the price I  had to pay?