Too much love

 

"Please help me!" he begs.

I can't help but stare into his beautiful blue eyes. The eyes which belonged to the most important person in my life but this time I couldn't do anything for him.

"I'm sorry, I can't kill anyone!" I try to explain.

He looks straight into my eyes, "he killed my family!" he repeats.

I shake my head.

"I can't do this alone, I need you, I promise we won't get caught."

I give up, he means everything to me, I have no other choice.

I sigh, "who is it?"

He smiles happily but immediately becomes serious, "it's a politician. They think they can get away with everything but they're wrong!" he gets angry while explaining.

"Are you crazy? This will never work!"

"Don't worry, I've already planned everything."

"Okay, tell me what I should do."

"Follow me" he says and starts walking in the other direction, leaving my apartment.

"Wait, are we doing this today?" I ask, shocked.

"Of course, we have no time to lose."

I follow him, he leads us through small, dark streets.

We arrive at a high tower. He enters and starts climbing the stairs.

"Now we wait" he says when we arrive at the top.

I look around, it's a small and dirty room with only one window without glass. I look through it and realize we can see the main street from up here.

"We still have to wait until 9PM though" he says.

I look at my watch and sigh: 7.34PM

 

"You sure everything will be alright?" I ask for the third time since we arrived at the tower.

"Yes I am" he says, also for the third time.

I look at my watch: 8.51PM

I can feel myself becoming nervous. I look at him but he seems all right.

He stands up and walks to the window, "it's almost time" he says.

I follow him to the window and look outside. The streets are crowded and there are a lot of cars without roof and in them a lot of old people.

"Which one?" I ask when I notice him tensing up.

"Him!" he points but because we're so far it's hard to tell which one.

Suddenly he pulls a gun out of his pocket.

Shocked I look at him, "where did you get that?"

"A friend sold it to me."

"Nice friends you have" I mumble sarcastically.

He ignores me and points his gun.

"Wait, what if you hit some-" I'm cut of when he suddenly shoots.

Apparently he missed because he releases some more shots.

Finally he stops and looks at me with a sad expression.

"Come on, we have to go!" I say, wanting to run away.

"We?" he asks.

I turn around when I notice something's different about his voice.

He slowly lifts his hand with the gun in it, "not we, I!"

Then he shoots.

Shocked I look down at my chest.

I see my white shirt turning red but don't feel any pain. I guess I'm numb from the shock.

I look back up again, "why?" I ask.

"Because the dead can't prove their innocence" he explains.

I feel the pain growing around the area where he shot me and fall on the ground.

He walks over to me and carefully places the gun in my hand, "of course they will look for the culprit but not if they find her here."

I want to say something, but I feel myself growing weaker.

"Goodbye and thank you!"

That's the last thing I hear.