qu'est-ce que c'est?

[canicide]

[ his fingers curl as he breathes — in and out, in and out, until he holds on in and doesn't breathe out until he walks past the two men sitting by the side of the street. they watch him as he walks past; his shoulders stay relaxed but his shirt sticks to his stomach.

it's the part of town where people don't bother to follow him, so Heine remains unharassed as he nears the apartment where she's staying. he enters with still-quiet steps, though when he knocks on her door he's carrying a large black bag over one shoulder and blood on his hands.

still, when has it been any different? ]