Each breath tears its way through his chest, his shoulders heaving, his eyes wide as he feels as though he were teetering on the brink of something he didn't want to put a name to.
She'll bleed out slow if he leaves her like that, so he can't leave her like that. He staggers forward, fumbling with the pistol. She reaches out to him and he tries to ignore it, but it's like she's staring at him and knows him, and he doesn't - know - why.
Alex, she called him. Like she knew him.
"This'll be over," he says, trying to inject some form of conviction into his tone as he raises the gun again. It's trembling subtly in his hands. He aims for her head this time. That'll put an end to it, short and quick. It'll be fine. "This'll all be over soon."
It's hardly a comfort, but it's not really meant to be.
For some reason he can't discern, he closes his eyes before he fires the gun for the last time.
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She'll bleed out slow if he leaves her like that, so he can't leave her like that. He staggers forward, fumbling with the pistol. She reaches out to him and he tries to ignore it, but it's like she's staring at him and knows him, and he doesn't - know - why.
Alex, she called him. Like she knew him.
"This'll be over," he says, trying to inject some form of conviction into his tone as he raises the gun again. It's trembling subtly in his hands. He aims for her head this time. That'll put an end to it, short and quick. It'll be fine. "This'll all be over soon."
It's hardly a comfort, but it's not really meant to be.
For some reason he can't discern, he closes his eyes before he fires the gun for the last time.