Am I correct?

Karla's POV-

Enjoying valentine's day with your girlfriend cuddled on the couch is so enjoyable, rather than roaming around shopping or movies or eating out. I sighed in pleasure.

"Get me more popcorn!", my girlfriend of one year, Synyra, squeaked.

"You go get it gal! ",I argued.

She grunted in reply and went back to watching the movie.I shrugged. Whatever suits her.

I heard my mobile ping. I checked the message.

'Get it done now!-J'

Why now? I mentally groaned. The message alone reminded me of the real reason why I was here. It seemed to drain out all the warm memories I had with Synyra only to replace them with  an image of a girl in the dark alleys. Alone, broken, weeping on the street. 

"I'll be back in a minute or two," I told Synyra and walked in the direction of my room and looked through my secret drawer where I kept all my weapons. I ran my hand over my first gun, Bersa Thunder 380. It had my initials engraved in gold near the end of the barrel just in front of the frame. K.S. Karla Stephenson. The last name was given to me by Jeremy, my gang leader, when he picked me up from the road to become my brother idol in exchange for me to be a part of his gang. That was exactly two years before my relationship with Syn started. Although my relationship with her had started off with an ulterior motive, throughout this one year she had managed to make me fall for her to the point where I didn't want her to be affected by my life, but here she was badly mixed with this dangerous business. She was probably the only person around whom I could be my ridiculously awkward and hilarious self and not the cold-hearted girl I was forced to be when I was with the gang.

I picked up the gun and walked stealthily to the couch where she was busy watching the movie. I wrapped my arm around her neck and caught her in a headlock and put the gun to the side of her head.

"Where is the letter your father handed to you before he left, Synyra Maria Clover?"I asked her in a low voice, more so she couldn't recognise it was me.

"Really? They stooped this low? Low enough to send for a fake girlfriend", she said in disbelief and as though she was taunting me,"And I thought I needed extra protection and you were a good sent gift for that. Hah!"she laughed it off, as though it was no big deal. Where is the sweet, bubbly and innocent Synyra I fell in love with?

"I don't want to do this but I have to. Don't make me do it the hard way. Tell me where is the letter?"

"If you don't want to then don't. I  don't intend on telling you where the letter is." She tried to get up but I tightened the grip.

"Tell me where is it."all traces of goodness now gone from my voice.

"Okay, okay. Anyways you're gonna kill, whether or not I tell you. So yeah, it's under your pillow"she replied nonchalantly.

Realisation dawned on me as I recalled how she would always volunteer to do the bed. But why did she hide it from me when she knew I wasn't the enemy and that's what I asked her. She simply replied by saying that she couldn't risk it showing and face the questions.

"I was expecting my death soon, a murder, but I didn't expect it would be you. Well, better than being murdered by a seemingly scary monster." she said, as though she was cracking a joke.

"I'm sorry Syn. Just know I still love you."I said, already feeling regretful.

"Don't be and I love you too." She pulled in for a last kiss.I pulled the trigger. 

As the first drop of blood dropped from her head, I could feel a salty drop of tear flow down my face. I couldn't possibly live with guilt of killing Synyra.

"Why did I do it?"I said aloud, sobbing,"Why? Why? Why?"
The tears now flowing freely.
"Am I correct in doing this? Does my job justify my doing? Good lord what did I do?"

That's when an idea struck me.I ran upstairs to our bedroom and took out the letter and inspected its contents. Once I was content, I took it and my phone and placed the letter right near our TV.I called up Jeremy. Luckily it went straight to voicemail since I really didn't want a two-way conversation.

'Hey Jerry bro. Uh I can't do this anymore. I've kept the letter, the only goal of this mission, near our TV. You just come over and take it. And you won't be meeting me again, I can assure you that. I'll probably be gone by the time you come. Bye Jerry mouse' I said once I had calmed my voice, but I ended up making a sound which was a mixture of a laugh and a sob.

With that being done I put the gun to my own head and pulled the trigger.

"I love you Synyra."

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Epilogue-

Third person's POV

Jeremy broke into Karla's residence through the window and rushed down the stairs to get the letter. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. When he had heard Karla's voicemail, he had expected her to run away by how she had spoken. He hadn't expected her to commit suicide. He checked the pulse, in case she could be revived. But she had told the truth. Karla was gone by the time Jeremy had come. He silently picked up the letter and went back the way he came.

When Jeremy reached his den, all his gang members had their eyes on him as he fell on his knees crying.

"She killed herself after killing Synyra."he said between sobs. He couldn't bear losing her, his sister, especially after everything they had been through. They had been together through thick and thin.

But nothing could be done now. The couple were back together, happy in their own bubble, in heaven, on Valentine's Day.

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