36 parts Complete "Do it." I looked into his dark brown eyes, filled with tears and regret.
"Pull the trigger, then I'll do the same." My hands shook in fear and regret, and the rain dripped on my face mixed with my salty tears. We both had guns that faced our faces. Faces of love that was once there.
"Mi amore, please I beg of you please pull the trigger." This time he meant it. I held the gun with a firm grip. "You do it first," I begged. His gun faced me, and my gun faced him. One of us had to kill somebody. "If you do not pull the trigger first, I swear I will shoot myself." His hand also shook with fear, he was scared. A tear rolled down his cheek, it was as if every move I made in every sentence within this moment would tear him apart.
I loved this man.
And the only thing I could do was to kill myself. For him.