“I love you.”
The words are desperate and your voice is filled with terror.
I know what I must do-- what I’m about to do.
I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want it to end like this….
The two of us, standing in a broken shack in Panama.
You holding a gun, your eyes red from crying.
Telling me you love me as we prepare to walk outside and face the barrels of about five or six pistols.
No, this isn’t what I had planned for us.
But this is how it has come to be, and now I have only one choice.
I can see my plan of action; I know exactly what is to come once I obtain your gun and we open the door.
I don’t want to do this.
In all honesty, I’m probably just as scared as you are.
But I must.
For you.
To protect you, to keep you out of prison, to save you from a possible life-sentence….or even death.
I must….because I love you.
“Ready?”
You nod.
We open the door.
And I press the gun to your temple.
Story Notes:
Spoilers for 2.22!
I own nothing of course!
I own nothing of course!
Author's Chapter Notes:
Dedication: To my bestest friend.
And to my reviewers for being so wonderful and supportive!!
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And to my reviewers for being so wonderful and supportive!!
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