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We were on the run once again. After all, I was a criminal with a _huge_ reward on my back, so running was sort of a given. But it was okay. I was with her. My love.

I never would have thought I could trust someone so much. I could trust someone to hold my life with their own two hands. And I could somehow hold theirs.

And we turn into an alley, she pulls me into a hidden part of the stone wall, shielding us from society, from the people we must now run from. “Stay here,” she whispers. “They’ll pass soon.” She has assisted me in evading the guards for three days now. _I trust her with my life. _

“Okay, okay,” I obey her desparate commands. We stand in silence, staring into eachothers eyes as the heavy footsteps of my captors pass by.

I’m not one to mindlessly throw my life away, but with her, I could. Everything word she spoke changed the course of my life. Changed the thoughts that occupied my head. I guess you could say I really was head over heels for her. But she was for me too.

She pulls me farther into the alley, where we now stand in the shadowing darkness. “Whatever happens, I love you,” she begins. “You are worth so much to me.” She assures me.

“I love you too.” I whisper back into her hair.

“I know, darling.”

And with a swift motion of her arm, I knew it was all a lie. She was a lie_. We were a lie. _

I stand now, in the moment, as I stare at her. Her gaze as sharp as the knife she was now holding, raising it at _me_._ The love of my life, raising a knife. At me. _

_I_ _think I daydreamed at the worst possible time. _

Her figure stands before me, her eyes glowing with despair, but also joy, accomplishment. But this is her. This was always her.

Ever since we started dating, she played with my mind, played with my feelings. But I was stuck in the endless trap of what was her love. _Love…this wasn’t love. This was no more than deceit. No more than merely a dare for a couple of dollars. _

And I fell for every second of it._ I fell for a murderer_.

She was willing to turn me in for a reward. For no more than enough money to simply _get by_. _“You are worth so much to me,” _I almost scoff at the thought. _Yeah right, worth the hundred dollars you’d get for turning my dead body in. _

There is nothing I can do. The option to run is no longer there, I have met my fate. Besides, without her, life isn’t even worth living.

It was funny because I always told myself I’d die for her. I just never knew she’d be the one holding the knife.

“Do it, darling. Live the life you wanted. But just know, I’ll never be in it. But it’s okay, it’s what you want.” My tone is bitter, my voice cold.

I stare into her green eyes for one last time, she stares at me for a moment, then plunges the knife into my stomach. But no matter where she stabbed me, it felt as if I had been stabbed through the heart. “Enjoy the money,” I choke out, with my blood soon following, painting the cobblestones a bright scarlet.

“Oh I will,” she grins, her tone is full of joy. She had no regrets. She looks at me once more, plunging the knife through my heart once again. Darkness swallows me.