His eyes swell in sorrow and guilt, chest to chest but yet I can't feel either of our hearts beating. Tears stream down my face uncontrollably, my heart breaking with every breath I can manage to take. I cant hold the hurt in anymore, he ripped my heart out of my chest and I let him, I let him in hopes he loved me enough to change his mind about breaking it. "I didn't want this to happen.." He tries to take my hand, I step back. I'm afraid if I feel his touch my skin will ignite into flames. "But you didn't care enough to stop it.." My voice breaks as he holds the gun under my chin, just as he did when we first met. But this time it's the end of us, not the beginning.