“Lo siento, te amo…”

“Ven aquí. Do it, I dare you.” I smile, watching as he points his gun at my chest with a trembling hand. I know he doesn’t want to shoot me. But he will. I have always known how stubborn he is. I know he wont start something without finishing it. I know that despite the love he feels for me, the desire to complete his task is greater.

My smile widens as he steps closer. It shouldn’t. But it does. It fills me with anticipation, fear, pain. Excitement.

He steps closer, his finger on the trigger. One press and its over.

I take the final step forward and grab the barrel of the gun, pressing it to my chest. I tilt my head to see it fully. A .50 GS, one shot and i’m dead.

“Disparar.” I whisper. Still. Smiling.

And he does.