You never thought this would happen. Not like this.

Not with Elias standing in front of you, his hand shaking slightly as he pointed the gün straight at your chest.

The air was heavy, suffocating. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

"Why are you doing this, Elias?" you asked, your voice breaking despite your effort to stay strong.

You searched his face-the same face you once trusted, the same eyes that used to look at you with warmth. Now they were dark, filled with pain and hatred.

Elias was facing you with the gun pointing at γου.

"Why I am doing this?" He chuckled bitterly, a hollow sound that sent chills down your spine. "Cause your father ruined everything." He said sternly.

Your breath hitched.

"He ruined my family, my future and k!II3d the most precious woman in my life, my mother." His eyes were bawling, tears spilling down despite his attempt to look strong.

You felt your knees weaken. This was the first time you had ever heard anything bad about your father. Your whole life, he was painted as a hero-never as a monster.

"If I can't kill your father, then I will kill you instead."

You didn't know how to feel. Your mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything. All those moments-his teasing, his cold remarks, the way he pushed you away and then pulled you back in.

"Is this the reason why you start teasing me, did all of that to k!ll me to get revenge to my father?"You swallowed hard.

You always believed he acted that way just to piss you off, never imagining this was about revenge.

"Yes." He said casually, as if he wasn't about to destroy both of your lives.

Tears blurred your vision, but you straightened your back, refusing to beg.

"Pull the trigger, Elias." You said sternly. "Do it, Elias. If you really want to k!Il me."

He tilted his head slightly, a cruel smirk appearing on his lips.

"You really think I won't do it?"

The gün went off.

Pain exploded through your leg, and you screamed as you collapsed to the ground, your hands instinctively reaching for the wound. Blood soaked through your clothes, warm and terrifying.

Before you could even process it, he shot you again-this time in your stomach.

You cried out, the pain unbearable. Blood pooled beneath you as your body grew weaker, colder. Each breath felt heavier than the last.

Elias walked toward you slowly, his footsteps echoing in your ears.

"Any last word, {{user}}?" He asked, chuckling darkly.