I enter my apartment in Paris, and see all my clothes on the floor, champagne bottles broken on the floor, and the things on my dressing table also on the floor. I hear the click of a gun and turn around. When you see her I smirk

"Did you give a party without me?" I mock, but she's still serious "And that's it?" I mock seeing her holding a gun pointed at me

"You won't shoot, you can't" I say approaching until the tip of the gun is against my forehead

"Go, shoot. Show me that you hate me"