My mom says you shouldn't hate anyone. You should always love regardless of how that person 'is'. But I couldn't help it. Holding that gun to his face and him mirroring my actions felt so good! I smiled when the look of desperation flashed in his eyes.
'Almost like a deer in the headlights.' I laughed.
"Why? I love you." He says.
"I love you too. But at the same time I hate you more then anything." My emotionless eyes boor into his.
I've always hated him. Somewhere deep down I knew this would happen. I knew we would be the end of each other. Such a perfect.. Finish. He doesn't want to kill me. Oh, but I want to kill him. And if he killed me it would just make this even better. I smiled at him. I know he knows. He looks beautiful..
His blond hair stick on his head in some places.
A perfect hole in the center of his pale face. A dark red liquid leaks out of it. I see a mixture of red, pink, and some strange clear liquid that mixes in with the blood. I stair in shock. Oh. God. I hate you.. I see small pieces of his skull scatter on the wall behind him. Dripping on the floor. Painting a gruesome picture to tell a story. Our story. Right love? A story of love, hate... Murder..Suicide. Such a fair ending. For me at least.
I never was fond of the fairy tale endings my self. So beautiful. I want to kiss him, but I know better. I pat his soft blond hair and pick up his gun. I look down at him with tear in my eyes.. Damn I haven't cried in 7 years. Ever sense he left me. I glared at his still figure. Well, what have I got to lose if I cry now? Right? My tears burn as the flow out of my under used tear sockets. "I hate you." I say. I smile through the tears and hold the gun to my right temple. Sobs come out of my mouth as I gasp and continue to say those three words over his dead body. Yes. He's dead. I did not kill him though. He killed himself. The asshole. How could he!
"I hate you. I hate you so much." I whisper my black hair somewhat sticking to my face, using sweat, tears, and blood, as a adhesive. I manage a giggle before I pull the trigger and then.....