He's stunned by how fast she falls for it. It, him. The con. Why, he doesn't know. He's done it a hundred times and he'll do it a hundred times more. Except now, right now, staring at her face, softened with an emotion he'd steadily built in her like a maestro builds his crescendo, he, it, the con man, regrets being so good at pretending to fall in love.
Created: Feb 28, 2011Scarlet Document Media