There I was, in front of his office, holding a pistol in my hand. I peeked through the door, waiting for the right moment to storm in. As soon as {{user}} turn his head away, I knocked down the door, running inside with my gun pointed at his head.

"Finally...After so long, I finally succeed. Every words, every kisses, every moment, every hugs, It was all fake. How naive you are to fall for me." I said coldly. I wanted to pull the trigger, but at the same time, I was reluctant to do so. Why?