A worthy Sacrifice

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by N4tsbae

by N4tsbae

Y/N pov:

A gun to the head. A quick way out, fast, efficient. You know the risks of the job and yet you still do it. Why? Because if you didn't who would? The job is about losing people, in more ways than just death. More times than not death the better than the rest. At least when you die your pain stops. The survivors on the other hand, for them it'll never stop. But it'll gradually get better, to a point where a just a constant tolerable pain, heavy at the bottom of your heart.

We're on a jet, 3000 meters up in the air. Mini-explosives attached to our legs, and they would go poof with a press of a button. He stands there, his index finger on the button, his eyes piercing into us.

"Take one step and I'll do it,"

He's not joking, he doesn't give empty threats, I've known him long enough to know that. My head turns to Natasha, her eyes filled with fear. She's never scared, that's until she gets paired with me on a mission. No matter how much we know we love each other we'll never admit it. However, it's times like these I wished I had. There's no way out that ends with both of us alive. I know what I have to do, I know what I'm going to do and she does too because as soon as my eyes soften, fear and urgency flare up in hers. I look down my eyes tearing up. She has a life to live, people like her, people worth 10 of me love her, and it's not the same for me. Nobody gives a shit if I'm alive or not, they'll probably forget in a week. I look back up, she shakes her head but I nod.
I love you. But you already knew that.

I leap from my spot, one gun shooting at the device on her leg the other at the window. I grab the man and leap out the window.

"I LOVE YOU NAT,"

My only regret is I didn't tell her sooner. A billion thoughts fly through my mind as we fall, but they're only about what would have been different if I had told her. Would it have been more difficult or easier? Would I have been happier? Would this have even happened? Then it cuts to black. No noise. Just like the end of a film. The film of my life. My very, very short life.