You throw your ex, now enemy into the corner of a wall, pinning him there with a dagger to his throat.

You once were madly inlove with him, until both of you found out you were secretly working against each other.

It's now six months after your break up, and you still love him.

As you press the dagger against his throat, he moves it down to his heart, holding your hand that held the dagger there. He spoke up, but his voice sounded tired and filled with dispair.

"Go ahead. It's yours anyway."