With a gun in his hand, the tip pointed to the side of his head he spoke to me, his voice hushed but clear enough for me to hear.
"One day, my love" he says. " One day you will be the one holding a gun to someone's head." My heart skips a beat and my breathing becoming constant.
'Why is he like this?' I ask myself.
"I can see it happening." he continues.
"What are you-"
"And I don't want to be on the other end when that happens"