Just like you | COD (rewriting)

The night was darker than ever, only the moonlight shone at the inevitable moment.

Ghost, driven by morality.
Hellkilla, driven by nothing but revenge.

The air was heavy around them, guns aimed at each other's faces, leaving a bittersweet for both.
Their gazes met one last time, this time as real enemies, even though deep down inside, they both wished it had been different.

She chuckled, "You should've walked away when you got the chance."

"Last time we saw each other, you promised you would kill me... Here I am." his hand slowly trembled, but his facade stayed on character.

"The question is, who would it be.?" his grip growing tighter on the gun, suppressing his true feelings, love and regret, and facing the reality in which he had a job to do.

"Who will pull the trigger? Marie or your Hellkilla facade?"

The room fell silent, their heavy, shaky breaths were the only sound on that rooftop that night.

For a small glimpse of the moment, while the guns were being pointed at each other, it was just Alina and Damon, hesitating, their eyes speaking for themselves.

A shot ran off.

Disclaimer; I started this story thinking I could write in English but I clearly need a lot of practice. Anyways, I'll continue it, but expect mistakes. Sorry. Also this became an og story, if you know Spanish, you can read a much better version of this in my profile.