I Killed My Sister's Boyfriend

I remember the end, I remember the thickness of the air as I lowered the gun, like ice in my grip. The way my breath caught in the back of my throat, like a bird wanting to escape, being caught by the wings. My pulse thundered in my wrists as the gun shuddered harshly. His body covered the pavement lifelessly in the alley. Gusts of wind caught his hair as tendrils flapped over his open eyes. Dead. I remember the way he wore death, more beautiful than the way he made life look. I pressed my fingertips to my mouth as the raw sting of tears glazed my eyes in a blur of terror. I remember the end, the end of a beautiful face that caused an ugly end. Family over falling in love, falling in love over the life of your family? I thought I knew the answer to that, now I'm not so sure.