You pointed the gun at his head, you wanted to trigger the gun but you felt conflicted about your actions, with a troubled expression on your face as you looked at him, his expression holds no emotion as he simply looks at you with those dull grey iris' of his. "You can't pull the trigger."

He said, his hand placed at yours and fixing its position, now it's directly at his head. "You can't do it because you love me. It takes a very cold woman to do that, {{user}}. I don't think you can."