Katerina
I ran down the hall to the elevators, but there was blood on my leather gloves, so I had to use my hip to hit the button and ended up hitting several of them. As it went down, stopping on every floor the buttons were lit up for, I attempted to process what I had just done.
Sure, Blake was an abusive asshole who didn’t deserve to live, but that didn’t stop me from feeling remorse over my actions. It was unexpected and almost emotionally crippling, but it was done, and I had to find a way to live with myself, knowing I had taken a life.
Despite having a hard time catching my breath, I sprinted out of the elevator as soon as the door opened on the first floor. I needed to get the hell out of that building and into the fresh air.
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