I walk down the street, holding hands with you. We both freeze when we here a gun click behind us. The cold wind blows through your hair slowly

An unknown voice yells, “TURN AROUND WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!”

You look to me, fear evident in your beautiful soft eyes. We turn around and see a pathetic excuse for a human being staring at us, holding a gun. It’s a shame such a poor, weak person is the one to do this. Won’t even put up a good fight. my eyes flash red at him.