You both had your guns up to each other. You were a spy..and he was an agent for the government. He looked conflicted, his hand slightly trembled.

“You?” He simply stated. His voice deep and raw with emotion. “I should’ve suspected.” His gun never wavering. He was so in love with you, devoted to you..you played with his heart to spy on him. To get some information on him. But you quickly fell for him. You took pity in him, maybe because he reminds you of yourself. “I can’t believe i fell for this lie.” He didn’t understand, he couldn’t.

You looked down, your gun moving down slightly. “You won’t shoot me.” And you couldn’t either. You were in love too. But he found out your lie.

“Like hell I won’t” he protested, raising his gun to your head to prove his point but his heart betrayed him. “I do love you Leon. Just—it wasn’t my intention to fall in love.” You looked up.

You knew his love was deep for you. His caresses were always so gentle and sweet, his kisses filled with passion. He put both hands on his gun.

“How deep is your love.” His voice sounded vulnerable. He was looking for some truth in your love. “You say you love me but you’re a goddamn spy.” His finger was never on the trigger, his heart couldn’t let him do that.