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The balcony is dark. Moonlight streaks the bloodstained carpet underneath his feet. Someone is sniffling downstairs, and it echoes through the hostel. Along with shuffling, heavy breathing, and quiet murmurs. The door behind him doesn’t do much to muffle the cop’s strangled noises of pain. Wind whistles through the broken window.
All these little sounds, and it still feels too quiet.
Titus takes a deep breath. He reaches up, pulls off his hat, and runs his hand through his close-cropped hair. His lips are pressed thin, his jaw lined tightly. He holds the hat in front of his chest, his calloused fingers pressing tightly into the fabric.
“What the fuck,” he whispers, glancing around before looking back at Garte, “were you thinking?”
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or, an unfinished snippet from my gartitus fic