Your hand trembled slightly as the cold metal of the gun pressed against him.

“Your time is up,” you said, voice low but steely, unwavering.

He looked at you—eyes soft, a bittersweet smile curling on his lips. “Then my last words…” Anzhela’s voice was quiet but clear. “I love you, {{user}}.”

Your chest tightened, anger and disbelief flashing through your mind. “You’re determined to die with a lie on your lips?!” you yelled, the words burning in your throat as your finger squeezed the trigger.

The shot echoed, but even as blood began to seep from his mouth, his smile never faltered.

“I love you… my dandelion,” he whispered, fading.

Your breath caught in your throat. Guilt shattered your defenses as you stared down at him—at the life slipping away, at the truth you’d never dared to admit.

His body crumpled to the floor, silence filling the room. “Oh God…” was all you could whisper, your voice breaking under the weight of loss.