No. This had to be fake.
Blake loved her. And Blake was going to die.
Amanda sobbed and screamed, ignoring the salty ocean water and coarse sand from the deserted beach that ruined her clothing. Her wavy hair stuck to her tear-streaked cheeks and she hugged her knees close to her chest. It felt like a knife was being slowly twisted in her chest—how could anyone live with pain like this?
It didn’t help that she really did love Blake. It felt a little like she was breaking a rule, considering he was both her best friend and an assassin. But how could she not? Every reason seemed stupid now, but they were bittersweet memories.
There were the four years—ever since eighth grade—that he’d helped her with homework. Amanda probably owed every A to him. Then of course the late nights when he’d sneak over to her house just because she was lonely while her parents were on trips and her sister was in college. Blake always made sure she was separate from his career, and though he never said it out loud, she could tell he was constantly worried about exposing her to something so dark. He even warned her about her ex-boyfriend Derin, who he knew would be a jerk before she did. But it was the small things too. He would go to school events with her even though he thought they were stupid, he would walk with her to each class, and he never failed to tell her good morning.
Now he’d never tell her good morning again.
She choked out sharp breaths of air, feeling lost and hopeless. Amanda wanted more than anything to help or stop what was going on, but nothing she could do would help. Blake was too stubborn, his job was too dangerous, and he was too far away. It was probably too late—and that thought didn’t help.
But…no good was going to come from sitting and crying. That was a lesson her mother had taught her from a young age. So Amanda wiped her tears and her runny nose, let out a shaky breath, and stood up on her weak legs. Maybe she couldn’t stop Blake, but she could definitely make sure he didn’t go in vain. It might’ve been crazy, but she was going to book a flight to Europe. And then Amanda was going to give Blake’s assassin agency a piece of my mind.
At that moment, she didn’t care too much about dying. At that point, living didn’t feel so great anyway. And she didn’t care if it was stupid or psychotic for one eighteen-year-old girl to pick a fight with highly-trained assassins. It wasn’t right to kill Blake just because he’s broken protocol going after that killer.
But then again…what if his agency didn’t kill him? What if he died trying to bring the serial killer to justice? That stupid boy—going against his organization's wishes because of one little girl out of dozens of victims. That only added to the list of reasons why she loved him, though. But how was she supposed to get revenge? If Blake hadn’t been able to kill that murderer, she certainly wouldn’t be able to. She already got a little queasy around blood, she didn’t know how to use any weapons, and she didn’t know if she could ever bring herself to kill someone—even a heartless criminal.
But that was a problem for future Amanda. In the meantime, she needed to travel to Europe and find out more. After all, it seemed awfully fitting to avenge an assassin by becoming one.
The End..For Now!
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Hey, thank you so much for reading and sticking through until the end, I really hope you enjoyed! If you liked these letters at all, you'll really enjoy the book that follows it, "Assassin's Heart," which features Amanda's adventure while trying to find out the details of Blake's death, and is published in my portfolio! Thanks, have an awesome day/night/etc!
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