Title: Betrayal | ||
| His blood runs cold as he looks at the pill bottle in his hand. She's been here the whole time. In Sydney's house, in Francie's skin, in his bed. His stomach twists in knots, knowing that he was just a pawn in this demented little game. Again. He whispers, his heart in his throat, "I think that the double is Fran.." He's in the hall, losing air, fighting someone with his lover's face. The knife is heavy in his hand, the wall cool against his back. Tears shine on her face as he sinks into darkness, crimson on white tile.
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