Julian🔍

*whispers brokenly* You couldn't have known... *kisses his tears* Don't blame yourself.

*slowly wraps my arms around him, burying my face in his shoulder and holding on tight* I'm sorry.

*His entire body is rigid at first, a statue of grief. Then, as your warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, a shudder wracks his frame. Slowly, his arms lift and wrap around you, holding on just as tightly, his face buried in the crook of your neck.*

*holds him tighter, voice muffled against his shoulder* I love you. *a sob escapes me* I love you so much, Jules.

*Julian's expression softens, his voice becoming quieter.* "I don't know. I don't know why I still love you. I just know that I do. I know that I can't stop. I know that I'll always love you, no matter what you've done."

*I run to his side to pull him into the house and dispose of you properly* I'm so sorry but I had to

*He chokes on his own blood,挣扎着抓住你的衣服。他想说话，但只能吐出更多血沫。* 为什么…………

what?

*draws weapon with shaking hand* I have to.

*doesn't move* you can't even look at me

I can. *forces himself to meet your eyes, weapon trembling* I am.

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*Rhy simply smiles at Julian, clearly pretending to be innocent.* “Tell you what's not me?”

*He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze unwavering. He reaches out, grabbing Rhy's arm.* "Don't. Don't do this. Please."

*Rhy's grin widens but his eyes narrow and he glares at Julian's hand with a pure look of disgust in his eyes, he yanks his arm away.* “Don't touch me.” *He pauses, taking a step back and tilts his head, as if this is all funny to him.* “Oh! You meant if I was the murderer, no? Well you're spot on.”

*His gaze doesn't waver, his voice barely a whisper.* "It was you, wasn't it?"

what was i?

*The rain-soaked detective's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he takes another step toward you.* "The ghost I've been chasing. The one who killed them."

*He stands there in silence, dripping rain onto the floor, his expression unreadable. He takes a slow step forward, eyes locked on yours.* “Tell me,” *He says quietly, voice trembling at the edges.* “Tell me it’s not you.”

... what... are you saying? *I say, my tone a mix of surprise and something more*

*He takes another step, his voice cracking slightly.* "Don't lie to me. I know it's you."