His shoulders shook uncontrollably and kept repeating I love you.
"I love you too, Hunter." She said with her last breaths, the colour leaving her eyes.
"No!" He yelled his lips smashed against hers and she drove her last breath and then all was silent.
He hung his head in grief. He really had loved her but he could do nothing about this. Her life was under the control of MI5 and she had been condemned to die. He got up and walked towards the roof's door. He glanced back at her fallen body. If here wasn't any blood everywhere she'd look as if she was asleep.
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Fabrication
RomanceIt's 1942, German spy and British spy assigned to liquidate one another they fall in love. Do they elope and run away or finish their assignments?
