I already knew the moment I met him he would be the reason I died. But I could not complain, for he was the one I loved, in this world and in the next. I never thought my life would be like this, but I always knew his end goal would separate us, I knew what was coming, but I also knew I would give my life to him. I stared into his cold, dark glistening eyes, waiting for him to pull the trigger on the Glock he held at my head. I could not come to regret meeting him, I loved him, and I would continue to, even after he put the silver bullet in my head. I knew it was not his choice, I could see it in his eyes, the pleading desperation begging for forgiveness. I love you; was what I wanted as my last thought. Softly I whispered to him, "goodbye my love, we shall meet again one day."

I closed my eyes and waited to hear the bang that signified my death.