She was silent, she was subtle, she had all the things that could help her blend in. She had those eyes which has shred a thousand tears, but still they used to talk to the silence around her. There was one thing not everyone knew about her, she was a killer. How much she tried to blend in, there was one thing that used to set her apart. Her sexiness. The way she used to stare right thorough above her glasses, men would die for that.
One day she turned back and saw him standing there. He kept quite and took out a paper from his shallow denim pocket. Very carefully he unfolded it till the point where all he had to say, was hiding under a single fold of the paper. He passed it to her avoiding any contact with her hands, the same fingers which were between his a few years ago. She undid the last fold and saw a thousand words cramped into that poor paper. She didn't have the time to read it all. She folded the letter and with that every word inside it. She stretched out her arm and put it back in his hands. It went right through his heart.
Unknowingly she killed yet another.
