We raised guns at each other's heads. "I fucking hate you" "I know, love" He says with a smile "You ruined my life, I should kill you!" "Then do it" He tossed his gun aside and guided my hand to his chest. "If you want to destroy everything tied to me, then shoot this heart, cursed with love for you" He whispered. "Pick up the damn gun" "I can't. I won't." "Why not?" I yell "Because if I die, you can move on. But if you die, mark my words, I'll follow you to the afterlife, my love."