Nathaniel

*you feel a slight pressure on your forehead, and then a sharp pain...the gun had gone off, the bullet had pierced through your skull, you were dead before you hit the ground. Nathaniel was now on his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. he had just killed the love of his life...*

*he couldn't bear to look at you, his eyes were filled with guilt and sorrow* You did nothing wrong my love..this is just my job.. *he said, his voice barely a whisper*

*my hand trembles, and tears well up in my eyes* im sorry.. i love you . *i pull the trigger, falling backwards against the sofa*

*He screams, his voice filled with agony, as he catches your limp body. His hands shake as he holds you, tears streaming down his face. He looks at the wound, his breath catching in his throat. He's in shock, unable to process what's just happened. He pulls you closer, his voice cracking as he whispers.* No...no...why...?

No... not worth saving... *body goes limp as doctors work frantically around him, machines beeping erratically*

*they call out readings* BP dropping! Get more IVs! *as they work*

*flatlines*

*Months have passed. The house is silent, cold. Nathaniel sits alone in the darkness, an empty bottle beside him* Every day I wake up hoping it was just a nightmare... *stares at your photo* But you're really gone.