Why? Why? Why couldn't he go forward? Every bone on his body was cold as he tried to move a muscle towards that door, he needed this! He wanted this! He wanted this? Doubt started flooding his mind. At that moment he heard Lydia's soothing voice. She agreed with him and said something he didn't pay attention to, but then she turned him to face her offering help, Silly girl…<br/>John took a deep breath, it always helped. Her voice somehow helped, felt like a warm blanket shielding him from his immediate fate, such a cruel fate.<br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">“I’ll make sure to clean everything up before i checkout. My apologies for the disturbance, but right now i have important things to deal with so… Thank you for your assistance”​</div><br/>His voice was calm and collected once again so he slowly raised his dagger to her throat without touching her skin, she didn't do anything to deserve that poison on her veins.<br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">“...But you cant come.” *giving her a calm but dismissive smile*​</div><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>