Trisha Interrupted 2

Perceval Evans puts some glycerin near the edge of his eyes. He needed to cry when he saw Trisha. Trisha, TRISHA, how can you betray me? His eyes were the bluest blue with a slight touch of gray. He was still a very handsome man although he was 45.

How much pain could he bear? Gabriel, the primitive Asian. Everywhere he went, he attracted all the attention. The Mossad. How could he trust Trisha? He was glad that she lay dying, like the bitch she was.

 There he was at the hospital, crying.

-Percy, you're a fucking phony.

-You should be the one to talk.

-You don't understand anything.

Then, he hugged her and kissed the bullet wound to her brain. It felt funny. What was he supposed to do anyway?

Percy looked at himself in the mirror. He really was very handsome.