Connover lingered by Greg’s headstone. Why did he kill himself?
What didn’t his co-worker have that Connover hadn’t wanted first? The promotion, the new BMW, Emily.
Many times he’d imagined Greg’s death, but when he heard Greg boast of his exploits with the girl of his dreams, it was himself he wished dead. Now this.
Maybe it isn’t a coincidence, said a wicked thought. Maybe there was a reason that Greg got what you wished for yourself. Maybe you were the reason. Maybe you could test it somehow.
How? thought Connover.
Want something specific. Being clear is essential. To test this, you’ll need proof.
Hmm…
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Dark, but intriguing. I like that inner voice of persuasion. Voices in the head, or something more? Nice!
oooh I like this, very dark x