The perspective

The girl

   And here I am, one more step and my knife will be in his throat, one more step and all this will end.

   And I look at him, but he does not look scared, does not look terrified, he looks calm like he is accepting his death, like he is accepting his loss.

   "I love you", is the next thing that I hear. Those words came out of his mouth, my enemie's mouth, the last person I expected to say that, but still here I am.

   "No, you don't", I reply immediately, because of the fear, the fear of knowing that he loves me, 'cause i love him to. I love him with my whole heart, and I want to be with him, to fight by his side. But this is wrong, extremely wrong, and it can't be happening not in the world were we live. In this world, in this society, in this stupid society we have to kill or to be killed. So I have to kill him, or to be killed (by him).

   "No, you don't", I repeat, but this time with my voce slightly shaking, it sounded like a question (or maybe it was just my imagination). And I look at him again, this time he is also looking at me, he stares at me, explores me. Now I see it, I was a fool to believe him, I was a fool to fall into his trap.

   It was a mistake, the only mistake I have done in my life, one that I will regret.

   Shoked I realese the grip, now I am confused and unprepared.

   Just a second later, a piercing sound shot through the air, it was short but loud, 'cause it was a gun shot.

   I think I was the target, and I think that it has hit me.

   Next thing that I know is that I can't see. There is just a white light somewhere far away that is getting closer to me. I can hear some noises, but i don't understand who is speaking, I can't understand if they are talking, laughing or screaming. And I feel nothing but pain. Pain that spreads all over my body from my chest to my toes and back to my chest, pain covering every inch of my being.

   I fall down, thinking of my life, of what I could've done different, but nothing comes to my mind. Nothing comes to my mind, because I don't want to change a thing to my life. Yeah it was a strange one, a complicated one, but i loved it and I enjoyed every moment of it.

   So now without any regrets I close my eyes, and I leave this story, I leave my story.