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«               And I could feel his eyes staring at me.

I could feel his breath on my neck.

I couldn't go back.

              - Yes, I said in a heartbeat.

I'm still in, if you are?             - Ha-ha darling, please, he looked at me amused.

You're the one who's hesitating,        I'm not.

            - I'm not.

            - You're nervous; you're blushing, you're trembling.

You're hesitating because what you asked me to do to your own family is awful, he said as he was getting closer to my ear.

You hired me to put an end at this, at your pain -he insisted on that word- but how about the collateral damage? He stopped for a second.

Think of it, how'll your daughter react when she'll discover it? Will you be able to live in this world knowing that you've done something unfixable? He watched me, his eyebrow raising; Are you gonna give up now? Are you a coward? He gasped.

Will you let this pain consumes you?               His words paralyzed me, my pulse was speeding up, my heart was racing, and I was there, sitting, and looking straight, while he was looking at me sideways.

I couldn't move, I was lost between my feelings.

And before I realized anything, I heard myself saying “Do it!” with conviction.

When I turned my head to look at him, he was already outside.

And that's when I realized that it was over, that I had signed somebody's death, because he had left a note: Deal!. »