citysaviour.

_{❛     SO      WHAT    ?       ❜         palm    runs    over    where   hair   would   be,    exhaling     &    silk    shooting    from    wrist,     gun   sliding    from    her   grip   and    tossed    to    pavement.       ❛       that     —     is    NOT   how    you    deal   with    things.    actually,    YOU    don’t    deal    with   things    at    all.    i    had    it   under    control    !       ❜}

     _{she’s  too  PANICKED  to  argue  with  him,  even  though  she’s  right.  she  winces  as  the  gun  clatters  to  the  ground.  ❛  oh  my  god,  ❜  her  voice  cracks,  pointer  finger  throbbing  from  where  she  pulled  the  trigger.   ❛    oh  my  god,  ❜  she  repeats,  exasperated.   ❛    is  he ——- ? ❜   she  can’t  finish  the  sentence,  leaning  forward  with  her  hands  pressed  against  her  legs  for  gravitational  support.   ❛    ——-  did  i  KILL  him?  ❜}