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| She froze, as the moonlight shone down on him, silhouetting his figure against the dark room. She knew of his depression, and knew that he had been talking about it for weeks, but she never believed he would actually do it. The reason she had come to New York, was to be with him. When they talked to each other online. He was always sad and depressed because he believed he would never get the chance to meet the women he loved. So, she had come to fulfill his every fantasy. She never thought that their life together would end so quickly, or in this way. The gun was loaded. She knew it. She had done it herself the night before. He held it firmly in hand as he explained to her why it had to happen. He looked horrid, the perfect image of insanity. His tears had caused the dark make-up around his eyes to stream down his face, and his pale blue lipstick was smeared. She sat up wearing a face of desperation, frantically pleading with him to put the gun down. Despite her, he lifted his hand, and pressed the gun to his temple. As he glanced down at her weeping body, he whispered apologetically, "I'm sorry". He repeated those words, over and over, as he backed away. He closed his eyes, took a long breath, and pulled the trigger. She cried out as the shot rang throughout the room. As his body collapsed to the floor, she screamed. Throwing her head into her hands, she screamed, and screamed, until her own screaming scared her. The room fell silent and still. She looked at his body, lying there, covered in blood. Shaking uncontrollably, she slowly inched her way across the cold floor towards his lifeless body. She lifted him into her lap, and held his head in her arms. She cried helplessly. Mascara filled tears left trails of black on her white skin. She looked down into his blank face, and caressed it with her small fingers. Blood was everywhere. As a black lacquered fingernail traced his lips, she bent down and kissed him sweetly. She only wished her kiss would be returned. Her pain was too great. She would be lost without him, and she didn't know what to do. She rocked back and forth, as her eyes scanned the room. Finally, she settled on the object. The gun. It shined, as it reflected the light from the moon in the open window. She wiped her tears, smearing black across her cheeks. A cool breeze invaded the room. Gently, she placed his body on the floor, and rose to her knees, then to her feet. She gazed at him�gone. Scared, yet determined, she willed herself towards the gun. As she picked it up, she felt its power. She knew what she was about to do, she knew he wouldn't have wanted it to be this way, but she couldn't help it. She loved him, and didn't want to be without him, the thought itself nearly killed her. She crawled back down to her lover, and again cradled him in her arms. She looked down at him as she heard voices outside the locked door. She looked up at the ceiling, forcing the tears to glaze over her eyes, and raised the gun� A second shot rang throughout the room. Again, the room fell silent, and still. |
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