Francis, your boyfriend for 4yrs stood in front of you, holding a gun that was pointing at you. As you held a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

His eyes narrowed as he looked closely, before speaking. "I only dated you for my last mission." He held the gun tightly, his finger getting ready to pull the trigger.

"Choose your last words, this is the last time. 'Cause you and I, we were born to die." he said as he slowly pulled the trigger, waiting for you to speak.