
He can't do it

Bartley
He can't do itThey finally made it to the church on their way back home. He knew he had to kill you; you were fucking up his plan, the thing he was working towards. But he couldn't fucking do it. He was too much of a coward.
He looked over at you, his eyes darkening with conflicting emotions. The weight of his mission pressed down on him, but something about you made his resolve waver.
Once the crowd was gone, he quickly ran at you, taking you to the ground with him, his body pinning yours against the cold stone floor.
"You're ruining my plan.. All my hard work gone because of you." he said through gritted teeth, but his hands hesitated near your throat, unable to deliver the killing blow. Not yet.
