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Ever and a Day
Ever and a Day
Ever and a Day
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Ever and a Day

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Sometimes I think that I was never meant to be alive. There's too much pain and darkness in my past—yet every time I try, I fail to end my own life.
Then I meet my new neighbor and discover that he's a serial killer. It's perfect. That's my way out. Finally. He can finish off what I'm too weak to do.
But he says that he's not a killer but an assassin, and he requires payment before fulfilling my wish . . .
 
This is a dark romance.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 8, 2024
ISBN9783910412996
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    Ever and a Day - Mia Kingsley

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    The traffic is so loud that I can barely stand it. The fumes make my throat itch, and I fight the impulse to wave my hand in front of my nose.

    Instead, I clench my teeth and turn toward the street. I can do this. It's just one little step. Okay, maybe the step is not that little, but it's totally doable. How many steps have I already taken in my lifetime? What's one more?

    The blood is rushing in my ears, my heart pounding in my chest as I finally muster the strength to step forward.

    Standing there, eyes closed, I wait.

    Nothing happens. I feel a breeze hitting me, brakes screaming, tires squeaking, and when I open my eyes again, the driver of the black car honks as he drives off, cursing at me.

    Damn it! He was supposed to kill me, not evade me.

    Ugh. Another failure on my list. With a sigh, I step back on the sidewalk. Now I have to go home again. Yet another day wasted that I didn't want to live through anyway.

    Why can't I just kill myself?

    Whoa, lady, that was close. Are you all right? The man looking at me is handsome enough with his blond hair and a pretty boy smile, but I don't feel like talking to a stranger. So, I pull the hood of my black sweatshirt over my head and start walking home.

    I specifically chose this intersection as it's known for the many accidents that happen here every day. Apparently, not for me though.

    Are you okay? The man jogs a couple of steps to catch up to me and tries to get a look at my face. Maybe you shouldn't be alone now?

    If he had the makings of a serial killer, I'd be happy to spend my time with him. I'd follow him anywhere if he were to end my life. But I can see that he's a genuinely nice guy. The good Samaritan that you need in a situation like this—unless you're me.

    Sorry to have scared you. I'm fine. I was just daydreaming. Stupidly so. I want to walk on, but he steps in front of me, blocking my path. The other pedestrians pay us no mind, as they are all busy going on and about their evenings.

    I don't buy it. You had that look of pure determination on your face like you knew exactly what you were doing. Are you sure you're all right? Maybe let me buy you a drink? I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Or I can just listen.

    It's downright horrible how nice he is.

    Yeah, I'm sure. I need to go home now.

    He simply doesn't give up. Can I accompany you on your way?

    No. I shake my head, trying to figure out how to get rid of the savior I never asked for in the first place.

    Please?

    I pretend to squint over his shoulder. Oh, my God. Is that child alone out here?

    Where? He whips around, and I use the opportunity to slip into the dark alleyway between the two buildings next to us. My dark clothes will hide me in the shadows. Taking this path means a longer walk home, but I will gladly take the detour if it means getting rid of the blond man who so desperately wants to save me.

    I just don't want to be saved.

    Rubbing my arms, it's not the first time that I regret having donated all my stuff already, including my heavy winter coat. What I'm wearing is basically all that I own nowadays, which is why I have to wash my underwear each evening in the sink. This is not how I planned things to go down.

    I thought I was being organized and good to the world when I gave away what I had, donating what little money was left to the local homeless and animal shelters. I wanted my affairs to be in order for when I kill myself. Quitting my job, paying all of my outstanding bills, and preparing everything so the bank could simply take my house after my death since a dead person can no longer pay the mortgage.

    I just couldn't take this life anymore with all of its pain and hurt and agony and endless suffering. It never stops, and it was simply too much for me.

    So, I decided to end my life and acted accordingly.

    But somehow, I didn't anticipate how bad I would be at actually doing it.

    My first attempt was the old classic, cutting my wrists in a tub of hot water. A bit dramatic but not too much. It turned out that I can't stand the sight of blood. As soon as the first drop appeared on my skin, I lost consciousness. Which would be funny if it wasn't so sad since I can hardly count all the times I had cut

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