Go To Hell!
"Do you think it is possible?" Reyna said sarcastically. "Would you fall in love with a murderer?" She asked Leroy.
The light in Leroy's eyes faded with her words.
"I have been asking myself, Leroy, why aren't you dead yet? Why are you alive? You killed two people, who are the most important in my life, but you are still alive...Why? It's unfair."
Reyna continued. Her tone was slow and gentle as if she was having a normal conversation. But every word she said was like a sharp knife, which was stabbing into Leroy's body.
Just like the knife that she stabbed into his stomach without hesitation.
Ruthlessness and no mercy.
"Leroy, two people died because of you. Viola deserved to die, but you should also go to hell like her!" All of her resentment and unwillingness was let out at that moment.
"So you must die!"
Leroy smiled, "So your kindness was pretended?" he asked.
At the same time, a gun was raised in the coastal jungle aiming him in the chest.
No one noticed.