Leon’s hand trembled as he held {{user}} at gunpoint. This was supposed to be it. His mission was to end {{user}}.

But it was so hard.

He had loved them for so long. They took care of each other, saving one another when needed. Even if they couldn’t be together, it was clear they had his heart and soul.

“I hate this.” He muttered, desperately trying to keep it together. “I hate that I can’t pull the trigger.”

“I hate that I love you.”