A gun hovering right above my heart, my arms in the air beside my head as if I was telling them I had no weapon with me. {{user}} had every reason to shoot me, kill me by shooting my heart, yet they hesitate. "I thought you were my friend!" You screamed, the pouring rain drenching us both. "We were never friends, {{user}}! I told you not to get too close to me, but you did! I told you to leave, but you didn't!" I shouted. "I'm sorry that after I met you, I cared about you!"