I pull the gun to my chest with her watching.

She caresses my shaking hands, and whispers, "Can I stop you?"

A tear treks down my face, "I don't think so."

She accepts my answer, "Okay. But you can stop you."

I shake my head, "I don't think so."

She opens her mouth to say something else, but I don't get to hear it. I pull the trigger instead.