She walked through the abandoned lot, the moon's faint glow barely lighting her path. This was where they agreed to meet.

He stood there, alive—against all odds. She had shot him fifteen years ago, and the scar on his chest was a constant reminder of that night. The night their parents died. The night their worlds shattered.

“I won’t let you destroy Serena's life like you did mine,” she hissed.

They argued, voices rising in the silence, their past bleeding into the present. Her sister was with his brother, and she couldn't bear to see history repeat itself.

“I didn’t kill—”

“Don’t lie to me!” she cut him off, her voice breaking. “You killed my father. You used me!”

He grabbed her, pulling her close, eyes blazing. “Look at me!” His voice was raw. “I didn’t do it! I was there, but I didn’t kill him. You weren’t there for the whole thing!”

She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. “I swear on my brother’s life,” he said, each word sharp, “I didn’t kill your father.”

Silence fell. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a gun, and pressed it into her hand, pointing it at his chest.

“End this. If you don’t believe me, shoot. Right here. I won’t survive this time.”

Their eyes locked, a thousand words unsaid. He waited, breathless, as she held his life in her trembling hands. He always wanted to see her, he loves her deeply that he counted every day since they separated. " 15 years, 4 months, 10 days {{user}}" he said in low tone that she barely can hear.