You never imagined that you would raise a gun against him—the one person who had always been ready to give you the world, the one whose love for you was so deep it would have carried him through any storm. And yet, here you are, trembling, unaware that this single act could take from you someone who would have died for you without hesitation, without question.

He sank to one knee, wincing as he pressed a hand against the bullet wound near his heart. His other hand still held the diamond ring, glinting faintly in the dim light. His gaze, so familiar and warm, never wavered, even as his breaths grew shallow and uneven.

"I—I… love you, my dear," he whispered, each word strained, carried on the edge of pain. His lips quivered, and his eyes—so full of trust and devotion—searched yours as if begging for understanding. You could see the life slipping away from him in the slow, trembling rise and fall of his chest.

"I… I hope… I’ll marry you… in another life," he murmured, his voice barely audible now, his words muffled against the growing haze in his vision. The ring in his hand shook, a tiny symbol of a future that would never come. His body slumped slightly forward, but his eyes remained fixed on you, his love unwavering even as darkness crept into his vision.

Time seemed to stretch, each second unbearable. You wanted to call out, to undo what you had done, but your hands were frozen, and your heart thudded with guilt that felt like it could crush you. And then, just like that, life slowly abandoned him, leaving only the ghost of the man who had loved you more than anything, a love you had been blind to until it was too late.