In the morning I woke up with your arms around my waist, your light snores fanning against my cheek. I walked into the bathroom and took a look at myself, the make up on my face had run down my face, my hair was a nest.

"Lord, I have sinned."
I whispered, looking at my broken complexion.

In my head I counted everything together.

We had sex 15 times this past two months. In this time I have killed 7 people, of which two were children. One of them was looking right into my eyes as I pointed the gun at them- almost fearless.

Chanyeol, you had killed more than twice the amount- with less mercy, less care and less guilt than I could ever.

Chanyeol- I wanted to be killed too. I was desiring it so bad, but I was waiting for you to do it.