“You mean you’re actually going to kill me?”

He asked, looking down at the red dot in which remained pin pointed where his heart would be. You were against him this whole time; he fell for a lie. You had managed to tug on his heart as if it were nothing more than one of your mere playthings.

And it hurt. A lot more than he anticipated it to. You betrayed him in every way possible - yet he still managed to love you even now…