Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Conor Sullivan
As Alex teared up and her voice seemed to break as she spoke, Conor felt sick. Whether she was being genuine or not, it pained him to see her apparently upset by his words. But was she acting, like she may have been all along? When she said the man would have killed him if she hadn't fired first, he couldn't deny that was how it had looked at the time - before Lockwood told him it had been a set up. Then to have been shot herself and have the nerve to show up alone now did add weight to her pleas of innocence. His head was a mess and he was struggling to find clarity. Everything felt so clouded in his mind. Her words and her tears seemed genuine. If she was working with her father, surely the malice would show through. He observed her for a moment and he knew he needed to decide in that moment whether he was going to believe her or reject her for good.
"Alex, I'm sorry, but I can't..." he began, looking into her teary eyes. "I can't walk away, even though I know in the long run I should," he said, his voice softening. He couldn't resist her, no matter how much he tried. He reached his hand out towards her face and used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from her cheek. "When I heard it was a setup, I jumped to the worst conclusion," he admitted. "I should be thanking you for saving me." If she allowed him, he would place his hand on the shoulder of her uninjured side. "How are you feeling? Are you in pain?" he asked, with concern. He then bit his bottom lip. "Have you ever killed anyone before?" he asked her, realising such an act could take a severe toll on a person's conscience.
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