“ people like me don’t get to have peace. ” from elektra
.。.:*☆"I do feel that," The former occult detective shrugged and nodded as he listened to the woman. "For some of us, it is just like that, I guess," Constantine then added while searching his pockets for a cigarette yet again. Finding one, John then searched for a lighter as well, not wanting to use any supernatural abilities was did possess in front of a stranger.
"Some of us ended here by choice, and some, well... maybe we made the wrong decision. Or others made the wrong decisions for us, or life in general just sucks, or whatever." A pause, only because John finally could light up his cigarette and take a long drag. "The result is always the same, anyway. No rest for ther wicked, and all that. Not even when we maybe end up being dead for a while, at some point."
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