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Violet watches the woman die.
She can’t make herself move, or look away, and she doesn’t know if it’s some kind of perverse need to look at what she’s done or simply the shock setting in. Probably both. She knows better than most people, how fragile the human body is, how easily flesh rips apart, bones break, organs fail. Causing it herself is an entirely different sort of knowledge.
A hand falls on her shoulder and Violet’s jolted out of her thoughts. She’s not alone in the alley anymore. She jerks away, skidding along the brick wall she’s been sitting against. God, she should’ve left quicker.
The hand doesn’t try to hold on. “Violet, it’s only me.”
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She can’t make herself move, or look away, and she doesn’t know if it’s some kind of perverse need to look at what she’s done or simply the shock setting in. Probably both. She knows better than most people, how fragile the human body is, how easily flesh rips apart, bones break, organs fail. Causing it herself is an entirely different sort of knowledge.
A hand falls on her shoulder and Violet’s jolted out of her thoughts. She’s not alone in the alley anymore. She jerks away, skidding along the brick wall she’s been sitting against. God, she should’ve left quicker.
The hand doesn’t try to hold on. “Violet, it’s only me.”
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