Song Rec: This Is What Makes Us Girls — Lana Del Rey
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The driver dropped me off first before taking Castiel home. As I stepped out of the car, I stretched, feeling the blood finally flow down my legs after Castiel's weight had restricted circulation for the whole drive. Just as I was about to move forward, I noticed someone familiar walking out of a store.
My heart raced as flashes of mental images hit me. I could recognize that gait and posture anywhere, even if it was just the back view—Alan Coldwell.
I blinked twice, scolding myself for overworking and imagining things that weren't there. Maybe it was because I was getting married, and once, I had dreamed of marrying him. Even though I still resent him for what he did, I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in his head if I could.
