Chapter 172

People who've never killed probably think that killers are straight-up terrifying, so I could kind of get why she was scared of me. Didn't really blame her for it. I brought her home, looked after her carefully, helped her recover, and little by little, she stopped being so afraid of me. Before I met her, I used to think that emotional attachments between people were nothing but a burden. Some folks like to say, "Well, even if it is a burden, it's a sweet one." Honestly? That's just dumb luck talking. Most people get dragged down by emotions until they've got nothing left to give. But she changed all that for me. I'm still not sure why I fell for her. Maybe even at the end, when I was about to die, I still couldn't figure out if it was really love. All I knew was, she came into my life like the first light at dawn-unexpected and warm-shining through a life that was supposed to be lost in darkness forever. We got along well. I never pried about why someone wanted her dead, and she didn'