"You've left me no choice, Rose."
I look at him in disgust as he slowly glides his long fingertips across the tip of his metal, black gun. I take a deep breath and shut my eyes.
"Do it then. Shoot me." I shakily say, tears slipping out of my eyes.
I stand in complete fear, wanting it to be over and done with. My hands tremble as they lay lazily on my side. My heart sinks to my feet, stomach suddenly turning.
I'm ready.
"See you in hell," He speaks darkly and I can sense the devilish smirk plastered on his face. I scrunch my nose in cringe, preparing for the worst.
His deep, malicious voice is the last thing I hear before he pulls the trigger and I fall to the ground, my eyes shutting, then I fall into a sea of blackness.
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Desire // Harry Styles.
Fanfiction"If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realise that's a weakness of yours."
