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...And you let her go

Normal POV
As far as the eye could see, the office was flooded with printed papers. At the desk sat Leorio who was flipping through random reports and staring blankly at the computer screen before him. He rubbed the bridge of his nose in exhaustion and shook away the sleep from his eyes. At times he was just tempted to give up as they didn't get much evidence. They had their suspicions yes, But no proof to support their claim. Interrupting his thoughts , his partner entered the messy office room, her gait filled with confidence and her head held high, holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee. She sighed and clicked her tongue at the state of  mess the office was in and carefully maneuvered  herself through the piles of paper strewn here and there. She sat down on the seat opposite to Leorio and stared at the bags under his eyes. Sleep deprived she mentally noted and waited for him to acknowledge her presence. After a long and frustrating silence, he finally looked up from the papers with a questioning look. "Are you sure about all this?" She rolled her eyes and fixed him with a stare. "Of course I'm sure. We've been waiting for someone to make the first move, and now we have no reason to wait anymore. We can go straight in for the kill" Leorio brushed aside the reports and folded his arms against his chest. "I don't think it's going to be that easy. We need substantial evidence for one thing. We can't just go around accusing innocent people based off of mere assumptions and observations" She sighed and crossed her legs. "Maybe not go in for the kill. But we can certainly work on our assumptions and observations right? We can maybe ask some questions or something like that" Leorio leaned back on his chair and stared at the ceiling contemplating what the right choice would be. To wait patiently  in the shadows? Or make a counter move?

Lynn's POV
Suddenly the room was colder than it was seconds before. The gun was on the floor, just sitting there innocently waiting for my cold fingers to come into contact with its black metal surface. I took it, uncertainty written and expressed in every part of my body. This thing that I'm holding... It takes people's lives in one shot. If you get the vital organ in that shot. I looked up at Killua, his bangs covering his cold blue from the world. His palms were flat against the floor and there was very little distance between us. So close and yet so far. Was this distance between us always there?
He absolutely refused to meet my eyes but I could feel an air of indifference coming from him and my heart which was hurting and weeping and breaking to tiny pieces every passing minute suddenly became numb to all that pain and all that chaos inside my head. There was an eerie silence in my head and the usual voices screaming in my head were unusually quiet. And at that moment I understood the game I was playing.
I lifted the gun and aimed it at his head, my sudden movement caused his to jerk and his cold blue met with the broken light blue of mine. It was at this moment that all those memories decided to crash down on me, making the gun ten times heavier. His soft lips on mine, his comforting touches that traced unknown patterns on my skin, the soulful and dark thoughts that I could voice out only to him, the level of trust that we had on each other, the moment that 'Beautiful Now' became our song... All those things just burned away in front of my eyes. The memories that tied me down. The memories made my heart ache... It's time to say goodbye to all that now. Because all this... It's done. I'm done.  I'm not going to just sit here and allow this person- this person that meant so much to me just hours ago, tear me down and stomp over my feelings. I'll end it before he could do anything.
Because that's what life is. Life is a game. This manipulating game of life. It's all about who makes the first move. All I've been doing is running and running and I'm certainly tired of that. I'm not going to believe that 'Destiny' has something in store for me. I'm not willing to wait for that moment. I want it now. I'm tired of life constantly beating me up over and over again and hitting me where it really hurts. Every single thing that I have is plucked out of my hands and all I do is sit there and watch and weep and cry. It was like a test to check my endurance to the pain. How much further can she go before she breaks? Well I'm tired of weeping and crying and not able to control my life. This time I'm not waiting for life to hurt me. I'll be ahead of the game this time. But first I need to eliminate the lies that are tying me down. They are like chains pulling me down keeping me in place, not allowing me to move. All those lies are holding me hostage.
I held the gun with both my hands ready to pull the trigger.
I just need to set myself free. From all those lies.
I need to take control of my life
I'm done crying
I'm done hurting
I just want... Something to change
All I'm asking for.. Is a ray of hope