Genre: Crime-ish
Warnings: Swearing
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" Darling, stop" Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke those words. "Love, I have to do this." He said. If she knew that she'd be sitting in an abandoned warehouse in a pool of blood, she would never have gotten involved with him. "Why? Why do you have to do this?" She tried to shout, but it came out more like a whisper. "Because if I don't, he'll come after me," He said calm, almost too calm. "AFTER ME. ME" He shouted and pointed to himself. "I'll help you" she reached out her arms like she was a little child who wanted a hug. "YOU CAN'T. YOU FUCKING CAN'T" He shouted at her and cocked his gun. Salty tears sprung from her eyes. He tried, he tried multiple times to pull the trigger. She had closed her eyes; now she was waiting for the sound of the bullet going through the air to hit her skull. No such sound came, just metal clanking against the cold stone floor. She heard the sound of her capturer- once her knight in shining armour- starting to sob. She opened her eyes to see him on his knees, his breathing uneven, his head in his hands and sobs racking his body. She didn't dare to say anything. After some minutes he looked at her, his eyes full of sorrow and regret. "I fucking love you" He muttered, his voice raspy from shouting. A smile played on his lips. He almost looked like himself again. Like the black haired, green eyed boy she'd fallen in love with. He reached out for the gun, his fingers curled around it. "Goodbye," He whispered and pulled the trigger. The only sound in the room was the sound of her sobs as the love of her life collapsed to the ground with a bullet through his skull. 'Why do I attract danger?' 'Why didn't I say that I loved him when he was still alive?' These thoughts swirled around in her head as she slowly slipped into darkness.
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So this was the first story. It is 346 words long. I hope you liked it and please leave a comment or vote- you guys and gals know the drill. I don't know when I'll be able to upload next, probably tomorrow, Monday or Tuesday.
-PTC
