but it was the best times

[Talitha de le Poer]

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She jumped the minute her name was spoken, shrinking back like a mouse from a hawk as she peered around her for a sign of whoever knew who she was but seemed unrecognisable. Maybe Andre's ghost was haunting her, but the voice didn't sound much like his. Did he have cohorts? If that were the case, maybe one of his subordinates had come to finish the job he'd failed to complete. She lowered herself even more, fearful eyes whipping through the stalks to find the source. It took only moments for the smell of mint to reach her, and it painted only one specific man to her; Kharma was there.

It's just you, she breathed, but the sound of her heart pounding was probably loud enough for him to hear, and her eyes were definitely fearful. When they weren't fearful they looked dead, but the slightest of lights had returned; perpetual jumpiness. Her hypervigilance probably wouldn't last too long now that the culprit had been put to death, but it was enhanced by the fact that she kept seeing him everywhere. Even though Andrezej wasn't alive anymore, and even though she had watched it with her own eyes, he lurked in her peripheral vision, a memory phantom set on haunting her until she accepted that he was gone.

H-hi.

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