Part 3: shots and chaos.
Winston:
When I see him walking towards me, I remember the words he told me, when he was on his knee, on that hill and I was the happiest man on earth. He had said-
'Before you say yes Winston, before you take that big decision, I take it upon me to say this. This. Us. It won't be easy. We won't be a normal couple. I cannot pretend that we will ever be. There will be people who'll hate us. Hate us because we love each other. There will be glances, snares and hate. But there will also be love, acceptance and tolerance. There will be people who'll love us for the way we are, and the same love makes us worth fighting for. Our love is worth all that, Winston. All that hate, all that blood my work will bring, all that people I'll have to kill.'
When we said our vows, I could sense the anxiety in his voice. But nothing could make me prepare when he said-'I love you' and brought out that gun from his pocket and pointed it towards me.
I dint know what was louder, the shot he fired or the screams of the people around us. I did not feel the pain. How could one feel the pain?
I fell on him and closed my eyes. Like he had asked me to do the previous night. He was asked to kill me, the latest target in his work. When he came to tell me that he's refusing to kill me, I only laughed at him.
'What proof do they need that I'm dead?' I asked him. He gaped at me like I was already dead.
-'A picture. And they might have a person close by to watch me do it' he replied.
'Then shoot a blank at me. Our beloved guests will cause a distraction enough. I'll fall down. You take a picture of me, I'll make myself look dead enough. Then you send that damned picture' I tell my plan to him.
He smiles at me then asks- 'What will you do after you're dead?'
-'You teach me how to kill. And then I'll take care of the people who want me dead'
We were really made for each other, I then realised.
