My Short Stories

Gun Shots

        The gun shots were all I could hear. He held a gun at his hand at my head. 

        "You don't have to shot. But if you want to go ahead." I said. He looked at me with with a surprised face.

        "But why would you want me to shot you?" He asked me.

        "I don't want you to. But is you wanted to I will not run away." I said. He still looked surprised.

        "You know that I couldn't shoot you." He said dropping to his knees and in the process dropping the gun. The gun fell inside of a puddle and made a huge splash. It had been raining for at least half an hour.

        "I know. I love you." I said walking up to him. He looked up in to my face.

        "Really?" He asked me. I just nodded. He looked into my eyes.