The gun felt heavy in my trembling hand as I pointed it towards the man I loved, my heart fluttering with conflicting emotions. Watching him sleep, so peaceful and unaware, I couldn't help but feel a deep love for him. But then the truth hit me like a bullet - he was sent to kill me.My breath came in short, shallow gasps as I fought to control the trembling in my hand.
I waited patiently until he woke up, and when he did, his initial shock lasted for about 10 seconds before he gave me a calm smile. I could tell he knew what I had found out. He got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen, with me following closely behind, holding the gun steady in my trembling hands. His composure only added to my fear as he casually made coffee for both of us.
Holding a steaming cup of coffee, he motioned for me to take a seat at the breakfast table. His smile was warm and inviting. I approached the table, my hands still shaking from the gun I clutched tightly. Taking my place across from him, I kept the weapon trained on him. "You really should stop aiming that at me," he remarked, effortlessly taking the gun from my grip. "First, you need to remove the safety," he instructed, demonstrating before re-engaging it and setting the gun down on the table. "I'll show you how to handle that later, but for now, my priority is ensuring your safety."
He told me to pack lightly, that we would be leaving soon, and then he walked away from the breakfast table to take a shower. I remained there, frozen in my seat, feeling lost until he came back. I couldn't help the way my heart raced when I saw him emerge, water glistening on his hair, his eyes captivating me in a way that felt almost unreal. He looked like a character straight out of an anime film. "Let me make you breakfast," he offered, but all I could think about was how fleeting this moment felt.
He prepared my breakfast in no time, and I found him mesmerising I kept whispering to myself to stop admiring someone who was, after all, meant to be my executioner. He made my favourite toast and eggs exactly how I liked them. "Eat," he said, his tone serious, and I began to eat without thinking.
I gradually rose to my feet and made my way to the bedroom to gather my clothes. Confusion washed over me as I questioned why I had followed his orders. But then, everything changed when I felt his warm embrace from behind. His chin rested gently on my shoulder as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I was sent to kill you, but... I just couldn't." I could hear the emotion in his voice as he held me closer, tears evident in his tone. "I promise to keep you safe; please trust me. I would rather die than let anything happen to you." I could feel the warmth of his tears soaking into my shoulder.
I turned to him, holding his tear-stained face gently in my hands. The calmness he had when he woke was gone, replaced by despair. "I wish I had the answers you need. I don't know who put the hit out on you. All I received was your picture and the money, and the cops are involved in this too." I felt cornered; I couldn't turn down the offer, as it would just be handed off to someone else. "You'll have to trust me," he said before I could ask anything. Then, he wrapped his arms around me tightly, as if we were clinging to our last moments together.
I found myself at a loss for words, struggling to grasp the full weight of what was happening. In that moment, I asked him if he would face any consequences for not taking my life. My concern shifted entirely to him. I took his hands in mine and suggested that perhaps he should go through with it, as if my heart was guiding my words rather than my mind. "Don't you ever say that again," he replied, his eyes brimming with tears, his voice a mix of anger and sorrow. He kissed me on my forehead nothing is going to happen to you. Pack quickly we are leaving now.
After hours of driving, I lost all sense of our location. Eventually, he pulled over at a shabby motel. Following a quiet dinner, he handed me a pill, saying, "Take this; it will help you relax." I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me, but he took one too and extended his hand. I swallowed the tablet and gradually fell asleep on his chest.
