“It’s a good thing you’re cute.” He slumps in the seat looking nowhere in particular. “You know you didn’t need to worry about me seeing the damage.”
“Damage, what damage?” she says innocently
“I saw you go into that lamppost, I was coming to see if you were ok.” Her stomach drops with guilt “I really am sorry, I didn’t know it was you, I thought it was-”
“ Shh” Putting his hand over her mouth “I know you didn’t.” turning the corner they see LJ’s apartment. It’s completely dark and all the curtains are open. It’s 2AM, usually she’s still awake. They step out of the car cautiously. The door swings open. A porcelain arm can be seen in the moonlight. There’s no blood and no sign of any struggle “Do you think she’s…”
“Dead? No I know her too well.” She switches the light on and sees the body, half obscured by the sofa. Approaching it anxiety courses through her body.
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