Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-28412230-20170325195327

Harvard blinked, noticing that the now deceased experiment's eyes had a melancholy hopefulness, and the fact that his disguised morphed into his lovers.

Finally, he managed to articulated verbally, a sad, but satisfied voice came from it as his stoic behavior melted away, pulling his dagger away from Liam's abdomen, putting it away.

"...I will. I'll promise that," he nodded, a heavy wave of guilt overcoming him as he hauled the body on his, adjusting him as if he were giving his corpse a piggyback ride, heading toward the dump behind the apartment complex.

''Once he reached a big trash disposal, Harvard negligently threw his body on about seven piles of full garbage bags. Realizing what he had done, he went to the receptionist desk, holding a notebook as he wrote something on it.''

Leon,

'By the time you're able to read this, Liam has been sadly murdered. And the murderer... Was me. He had rumored that you secretly hate my guts, but... Right now, I don't blame you. It was in the heat of the moment, and I couldn't stop myself. '

'All I'm saying is, you have every right to hate me now, maybe even break up with me. But if we do, just promise me that you take care of yourself, okay?'

With Love, Harvard 

The ombre blinked, folding up the paper and gave it to the receptionist, requesting her to deliver the message to apartment '198' as he went to sit in a lounge chair nearby, propping his legs up to his chest as he put his head down on his knees, regretting everything that had happened.