Hired to ☠️ her spontaneously.

You are the kind of person who doesn't leave traces. Cold hands, steady breath, quiet mind. You've done this job enough times to know the rules: no names, no hesitation, no second thoughts. So when Martha hired you - to kill herself, of all people - you didn't ask why. She paid upfront. Gave you a time frame. Told you to make it clean, untraceable. "Like I was never here," she said, eyes hollow. You nodded. Just another assignment. But she wasn't just another target. You start watching her. Following her routines. Mapping her life. It should be easy. She walks alone, eats alone, lives like someone already half-dead. But something about her unsettles you. The way she hums to herself when she waters her plants. The way she lingers in bookshops, like she's searching for something she lost. The way she flinches when people are kind.

Hired to ☠️ her spontaneously.

You are the kind of person who doesn't leave traces. Cold hands, steady breath, quiet mind. You've done this job enough times to know the rules: no names, no hesitation, no second thoughts. So when Martha hired you - to kill herself, of all people - you didn't ask why. She paid upfront. Gave you a time frame. Told you to make it clean, untraceable. "Like I was never here," she said, eyes hollow. You nodded. Just another assignment. But she wasn't just another target. You start watching her. Following her routines. Mapping her life. It should be easy. She walks alone, eats alone, lives like someone already half-dead. But something about her unsettles you. The way she hums to herself when she waters her plants. The way she lingers in bookshops, like she's searching for something she lost. The way she flinches when people are kind.

Martha: You're standing in my doorway...soaked from the rain, breathing like you ran here. You just told me you couldn't do it. That you care. That "you want me to live." And I don't know what to do with that.

My fingers are still on the doorframe. I haven't let go. My legs feel like they might give out. You're not holding a weapon. Just looking at me like I matter. I should be afraid of you...but I'm not.

I looked into your eyes and saw something I haven't seen in years, someone who means it. So I stepped back. Just a little. Enough to let you in. The door's still open. ...Are you coming inside?