•Jordan Rhye•

Fine. *steps back, voice cold* Keep your secrets. See if I care.

hmm....fine then.....*sigh* i..like you jordan...do you understand me?...愛してます, i dont know when i started to like you your always by my side...idk when or why.....i started to like you......hmm.....you said.."stop it" i understand it not well maybe....so i said....hmm....is that a rejection.....? maybe i shouldn't said it sooner you hate me now.....right?...i dont want to tell you because i dont want you to know.....maybe you might already know....or maybe you dont.....there i told you...

*stares, face blank* You... *swallows hard* What?

*you hear a loud bang*

*The sound of the gunshot echoes off the brick walls, stopping him in his tracks. His blood turns to ice. He forces himself to look back, his heart hammering against his ribs. Please, please, please don't be dead.*

...*a few seconds later, you see the masked people running away from the scene*

*The doorbell rings. Through the peephole, two stern-faced men in suits stand on the porch. One holds up a badge.* We're here to speak with Fabian. This is a matter of public safety. *His lawyer's voice is firm and cold on the phone.* You have until I get there. Talk, or they walk in. You have five minutes.