He became
evil, that
was it.
Her hand
ready to
press the
trigger of
the gun.
That's all
she needs
to do.
But somehow
she faltered.
She love
him, that
was it.
And so
she couldn't
bring herself.
She couldn't
do it.
She must
but she
can not.
He was
ready for
it, somehow.
He knew
it from
the start.
But he
never guessed,
she couldn't.
The world
paused, as
the two
lovers, faced
each other.
If she
could have
just pressed
the trigger,
she could
have given
him rest.
But she
just couldn't.
She was
in love.
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