Love Me Not, Mr. Snow
His eyes, wide and horrified, were locked on her, the light gradually dimming within them.
Yet, as the life gradually ebbed away from him, something unexpected happened. His lips, stained with his blood, curled into a soft smile. It was a twisted, eerie display of satisfaction, a final act of defiance in the face of death.
Rima, caught in the throes of her fury, didn't notice the change. Her rage was a tempest, untamed and all-consuming. Each thrust of the knife, each cry of her rage, was a battle cry, a desperate plea for an end that seemed unreachable.
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