This is profane. He sought out my words and the offer was far too intriguing to resist.

So I wrote:-

I'm not backing out if you have to know.

I have nothing to offer as my soul is sold.

I cannot promise you anything for everything I own is fleeting and cold.

These should had been my spoken words but I cannot seem to find them when all I can see is your back facing me; So when.

Will you turn around for me.

We were discussing about a scene and I would fancy reenacting it in real life; Let's tweak the ending a bit. You the tracker and I, your victim. Our meeting would be my death. I wouldn't mind a bit. Being dead to the world. At least there is an end and finality to everything. In your hands that is. Beautiful.

Again I have to profess.

My fragility wasn't your fault.