Regal

The right, the real between two identities.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, calm and smooth. I gripped the fabric of my elegant clothe tightly.

"Don't make me repeat the question," he said, pointing the gun at my chest. I closed my eyes and smiled. If this is my end...

"I'm done. Any last words?" I opened my eyes, and for a brief moment, I saw beauty, happiness, and a future in his face. I gave a happy, sweet smile-the smile he had created.

"I'm glad we met."