IllusiveShade
Your regular shady illusion
Malcolm was sobbing when a small note was coming through the crack between the for and the floor. He made sure to be silent in thy moment, holding tears back, that he knew were bound to fall any second after. This was truly painful in a way he was not used to. Genuine pain wasn't a problem, but emotional pain, that is what had left the deepest scars in Malcolm.@IllusiveShade[/URL]
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He quickly looked over the note, and sighed a deep sigh. More money. While he would love to just hand it over, he was close to have no more. Although he did have some from his other client in case he needed to pay cash, but that is his to chose what he used it for. But this was different. He had no choice, he had to get there. It was the only thing he was obligated to do, so if that meant taking money from another job, so be it. Everything for her.
Malcolm gathered together the necessary money, and made sure it all was there. 1.000 dollars. He checked what was left. 5. dollars. He chuckled. "Enough for a taxi home at least." He bundled the money, again after value, then settled off for room 3131.
He was nervous to say the least. His hands trembling, his palms sweating. Long story short, he was very much on edge. A possibility to end this, once and for all, after two long years with grief, he now had the chance of redeeming himself. This would have to be pure sacrifice, but it would be nothing compared to what has happened. That was like purgatory in comparison to this. Here it was somebody else making the necessary preparations, he just had to wait, he realized that now.
But he had to.
Malcolm took one last heavy breath, before placing his hand on the door and knocked three times, hoping he came in time. He still had something to come back to, after all, on earth.
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