Chapter 42 : Flame on

Shirley inhaled sharply. Her body trembled.

She wanted to deny it.

She really, really did.

But deep down…

She knew she was already considering it.

"What? Are some kind of psycho serial killer? Kill them all? Is this what you wasted my time for?" She hissed

"Sleep on it, tomorrow have your choice ready. I don't have time to waste," Lumian said firmly, " Meet me by the docks when you're ready, you have only one chance," 

Shirley didn't sleep that night. 

Deep down in one part of her heart, she knew what she wanted. What Lumian suggested had crossed her mind multiple times but she was too much of a coward to voice it out and talk less of acting on it. 

Deep down she was glad what Lumian had to offer was not sympathy and fake compassion, instead a solid solution. A permanent one.

She lay in bed, staring at the cracked ceiling, the wooden beams above her casting jagged shadows on her walls.