"as he waited in the dark damp cell, not knowing his fate, not knowing if today would be the day he died, he hung his head... afraid of the unknown... possibly afraid of the pain that was sure to come. but never afraid of death, it was like an old friend...he had faced death before, and he would go to it, head held high...he was not ashamed of the crime, just the fact of being caught.
and they would never get the whole truth. never. he was too smart for them... but atleast she was free... she made it, he knew it. he felt it in his heart, and thats all that mattered.. "
i just adore this shot, and its so creative, makes me want to write... can you tell?
great shot chiller, but i have to confess.. i just want to sneak in and let you go....you really look.... convicted...