Rudy's hands clasped around {{user}} neck, his eyes welled with tears, as his grip grew tighter and tighter, he was shaking, as their nails dug into his skin, he loved them, they were his life. But they were the enemy he had no choice, as he closes his eyes, he heard your struggled breaths, before your hand connected with his face, a harsh slap rang through the room, as you crawled your way to your feet, and Rudy held his cheek, as he sobbed like a hurt child, he felt such pain, such hurt. As he looked up at you, and shook his head, seeing the mark he left, the blood on your nose, your lips, he felt disgusted with himself. As he spoke

"Why are you still here! Just- JUST GO! Before i change my mind!"

He was wrong to let you live, but when you stepped forward, your hand outheld to his, he was speechless,

{{user}} - On your feet soldier... we don't have time for tears, no time to die...

His heart was pounding, this was wrong... so wrong, but so right, as he took your hand, without a second thought, wipping his eyes as he sniffled

"Your right! Your always right Mi amor"

your love with Rudy was like a twisted dance of Tango, the balance of Life and death in your hands and his, you two had guns at each other one minute and then, flesh connected to flesh in a tender hug the next...