Starting at the barrel of her gun , I knew I should be afraid, but in all the chaos and mixed emotions only one coursed through my veins as hot tears stung her honey brown eyes : Relief
She breathed deeply , aiming the rifle at my head " I don't want to, but I have no other choice "
I could see fear all over her face , shaking she closed her eyes , still can't bring herself to end my life
Holding her cold hands tightly with the gun still in them " it's OK " I said not losing eye contact " if the only way for you to live is my death, then be it , I was holding up only for you my love , and I am more than pleased you are the last thing I'll see"
She fell to her knees screaming unable to speak, I pulled her closer for a hug
" I know why you are doing this " I whispered ; she looked at me surprised " You ... do ? "
"Yes" I simply replied " so take a good care of our child , tell him every day I love him , tell ... tell him I ..."
With tears down my face , she interupted me with a kiss , pressing her lips against mine, I could feel her agony
She stood up , kissed my forehead, cried 'I love you ' then pulled the trigger.
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She started at her blood tainted clothes as she backed away from his corps lying beneath her
"I'm sorry " she whispered, silent tears running down her cheeks " I'm sorry " she said again and again.
She killed the man she loved more than the world , the man who thought her to love herself by loving her unconditionally regardless of her many flaws , the one who saw the scars on her body and soul as beauty marks , for a memory of him : their unborn child
" That child shall grow loved in the embrace of his both parents " a voice said from the dark , before she got reunited with her beloved by the same gun .
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