They were chasing him, and Romeo was finally admitting to himself that brooding on the beach had not been his brightest idea.
Acts of Contrition played on an endless loop in his head -- ...I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven ... -- as he hopped off the rocks, and, with shaking hands, lifted his gun.
He was fumbling too badly to shoot. "Please, no," he said, almost crying. "It's me. Romeo. We can cure this."
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Date: 2009-04-03 03:14 pm (UTC)Acts of Contrition played on an endless loop in his head -- ...I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven ... -- as he hopped off the rocks, and, with shaking hands, lifted his gun.
He was fumbling too badly to shoot. "Please, no," he said, almost crying. "It's me. Romeo. We can cure this."