A Bullet For My Valentine

I felt the weight of the gun in my hands, Beretta M9, only having 6 bullets' left. It gave me a sense of balance, the feel of the gun in the palm of my hand made me feel safe, the roughness of it on my hand reminded me. My finger wrapped around the trigger, my hand squeezed the M9. Breathing in I pulled the trigger, releasing my breath. The weight left my shoulders, a body slumped to the floor, blood pooling from the new hole I formed in their head. The body spluttered blood around it, clattering in its own red liquid. The sounds stop, I stepped over the body not wanting to get blood on my black heeled boots. Kneeling down I whispered to the lifeless body "You shouldn't have fucked with me, I gave you a special bullet, a bullet for my valentine. Happy valentines day, baby"