Patriot
She stands by my side. She has no idea how many people have died doing just that.
I’m the pretty face of the Black Reapers. I’m the poster boy. I’m the guy shown to the public, the charmer, the seducer.
But if the world knew how many people died because of me, no one would want me.
Nevertheless, because I look good, right now, it’s my job to bring in a nurse to the club. She rebuffed our initial attempts. So I got sent in to seal the deal.
As expected, she said no.
But a funny thing happened.
Even though she said no to the club, she said yes to seeing me again. What started as professional has become personal. And what moved into personal has now become private.
And in doing so, she’s slowly doing the impossible.
She’s making me smile again.
She’s making me trust again.
She’s making me love again.
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