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Skye has no idea about this. Skye can NOT find out. If she knew what I was about to do, how I was planning on leaving to spare her life, she would want to go with. No, telling her isn’t an option. So instead, I’ll go with Plan B. Plan B may or may not go like this: 1. I’ll tell her to meet at our usual spot. (Her grandparent’s hundred year old log cabin smack dab in the middle of the woods. They have a home in Florida so they’re only here in the summer.) 2. I’ll give her the present I was saving to give her on her birthday this upcoming week. You see, I have to give it to her now; I might not get another chance. I must leave tonight. I was ordered and I am designed to follow orders. If I lost my purpose, forgot about the point of coming here, I would jeopardize the entire mission. I can’t let myself get distracted by some girl who caught my eye and made her impossible to forget. I would gladly die a thousand painful deaths before I let that beautiful creature lose her life at my hand. I would tie bricks to my feet and jump in the deep end. I would run into a burning building and find release in the flames, if that would ensure her safety. Getting sidetracked. Get it together, man. 3. When I see her, I’ll tell her how much I love her and make sure she knows she will never lack anything- whatever she finds herself needing in the future, she will always have it. I will make sure of that. 4. She’ll ask me why I’m talking this way because she knows I will do anything for her and then she says that I’m scaring her. And now, I’ve lost all my resolve and I tell her everything- every sordid detail and every fucked-up fib I’ve told to cover things up. As I tell her, I also watch her and those eyes will make me want to run away, screaming. Because I would rather leave than watch her become more and more aware of my betrayal.