the act of murder

There was a choice to be made. The contact asked me to select it was either looking for someone who didn't exist or, forgetting and returning to my job. I don't know which is more difficult. Both of them hurt equally, it's a red pill/blue pill scenario. I must however take the easy way out, I'm letting go of you now. Maybe spending my nights in your arms is my fake reality. Maybe I'm just mentally ill. I'll never grow weary of you though. But I have to let go completely, or else you'll consume me. This job comes with its own price. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to let go, otherwise knowing the contact, I put everyone I know at harm.