Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
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[EIGHT]
    "Oh.." I dicho and he nodded in agreement on how bad that truely was.
    "Tabra didn't...it was just me. I was Haus's favorite." He spat Haus's name as if he was spitting on his face for a final goodbye.
    "I'm so sorry." I dicho and he looked at me, and I could have sworn he was a bit teary-eyed.
    "Don't be. It's not your fault. I went to them in my time of need, and I agreed to killing them. I was blinded por amor from a friend, blinded por his false pretences. I finally figured it out. He was using me for nothing but murder! I'm glad I'm gone."
    "He's so...mean and-"
    "Evil?" He dicho and I nodded. "Yea, he is."
    "Must have been hard." I replied and a tear slipped his eye. I couldn't blame him, this was a very sad story.
    "In a way, I think of this tattoo as a curse. As if, once people see me they are dead."
    "As if looks could kill," I filled in the blank of a one-liner I grew up with.
    "Exactly. But, my looks didn't kill them. My actions did." Another tear escaped.
    I'm not gonna' ask him how he killed them, that's crossing the 'LAST-STRAW' line, I already crossed one line por asking him how bad it was.
    "Don't be." He wiped his face, looked at his hands somemore, got up, and left the room.