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The Trigger by twentiwanxx

A glimpse of their past flash back in her mind as she saw him waiting outside, the man she used to love.

"What is he doing h-here?" with trembling lips and stuttering voice, she managed to ask herself. Too bad because no one can answer her.

She ran to the path opposite to his spot and not even minding the crowd's stare. "I should get out of here."

But maybe, fate has other plan. The guy followed her.

Reminiscing is not a good idea but her heart and mind is such a stubborn brat. She stopped on walking as she felt someone at her back.

"What do you want?!" she shouted, not looking in the eyes of that man.

But that man, with lips figure in to a thin line, just looked at her with cold eyes. "What do you want?" she whispered in between her sobs, she's crying.

"I have to do this." The man answered. He tightly closed his eyes. "He commanded me to do this." He said, referring to their boss.

"You're selfish!" she cried.

"But if I won't do this, it'll be me who'll die." His voice was very sure. Very calm. Very stable. "You can't live your life for other people, you've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love."

A matter of fact.

The man walked close to her, look deep into her puffy eyes. "Why? Why it should be me?" The girl hopelessly whispered.

He hugged the girl and put his hand into her back.

"I'm sorry." And with his heart's desire. He pulled the trigger of his gun.