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How the hell had it come down to this?

My hands shook slightly as I aimed my weapon at the man on his knees in front of me. One of his eyes was bruised and swollen shut, but the other eye looked at me with such calm and trust. Could I really pull the trigger?

They say your life flashes before your eyes when your death is at hand. No one ever tells you about the life that flashes before your eyes when someone else's death is about to come at your hand. Memories assaulted me, blazing behind my eyes. I could see the way his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to kiss me for the first time. His lips had been so gentle and tender moving against mine. I could see the fire and passion in his eyes as he made love to me the first time, his body moving in time with mine. I could hear him moaning my name as he reached his completion. I could feel his strong hands running through my hair as we lay cuddled together afterwards.

I wondered what he was seeing. Was he remembering all the happy times we had shared? Or was he dreaming of all the happy times we would never have? Could he see our wedding; vowing to love and protect one another until death?

I had to swallow a sob as I thought about the children we would never have. He would have been a great father. He would have taught our children how to tie their shoes, how to ride a bike and how to treat others with respect. He would have taught our sons to open doors for women and he would have taught our daughters how to throw a proper punch. None of that would happen now.

"What are you waiting for?" demanded a voice from behind me. I knew our time had run out. There was no cavalry coming to save the day.

"I just wanted to make him suffer a little. Shooting him right away would have been too easy for him," I replied. I was amazed at how strong I managed to sound.

I wished that I could kiss him one last time, but I knew that would give me away. I wanted to crawl into his arms and have him tell me it would be okay, but I couldn't. He would never forgive me if his sacrifice didn't save me.

I couldn't look away from him as I readied myself to take the shot. I took a deep breath to steady myself and pulled the trigger. He collapsed with a groan when the bullet made contact with his flesh. Blood blossomed from the fresh wound on his chest. The gun fell from my fingers. I noticed blood flowing from a fresh cut on my hand. My body froze and I couldn't look away. My brain was telling me to move, but I was going into shock.

The sound of the gunshot and his groan of pain would ring in my ears for the rest of my life. I would forever be haunted by the sight of his blood quickly pooling under his limp body. I deserved every moment of torment; every nightmare that was to come my way. This was all my fault.

I could feel a strong arm wrap around me from behind. Warm breath on my neck told me that someone was talking to me but I couldn't register the words. My ears were still ringing from the sound of the gunshot. I knew it was a sound I would hear in my nightmares for years to come. All I could do was stare in horror at what I had done.

How the hell did it come down to this?


This story won't be all angsty. There will be drama, intrigue and sexy times.