she points a gun to my head. ”i hate you” “i know” ”you ruined my whole life.” “i know” “why the hell aren’t you defending yourself right now?” “i can’t point a gun at you. i can at anyone, but not at you.” i grab her hand and press the gun directly to my chest, right where my heart was beating. “if you want to shoot me, the shoot right where there is at least something alive left. where you are. straight into my heart, my love.”