I wake up in the morning, my arm around Hannah's waist, holding her tight. My eyes flutter open and I wince from the sunlight streaming through the blinds. I gently lift my arm up and stretch before standing up. I rub my eyes and run my hands through my hair and walk quietly out of the room. I walk into the kitchen and sit down at the breakfast bar, my hands still in my hair.
I have no idea what I'm meant to do. Either, I kill Hannah. Or she kills me. There's no other way around it, no alternative.
I begin to pace around the kitchen, hoping a magical idea will come to me that will sort everything out. I rake my hands through my dark hair anxiously, sighing in exasperation. It's kind of ironic that two people fall in love with each other when they're meant to kill them. And naturally, it had to happen to me. I think back to Chris, he was murdered but no one else actually knows that. The police said it was natural causes. Then it hits me.
No, no way.
It couldn't have been, could it?
It was Hannah, wasn't it?
She was the one who killed Chris. Well, it was her organisation who said she had to; she just did the killing part.
'Hi' I feel her arms snake around my waist and I turn to her, kissing her head before stepping out of her grasp. She frowns and I begin to twist my hands nervously.
'Morning' I reply, wondering how I'm going to ask her.
'What's wrong?' She gets straight to the point. I can't exactly lie to an assassin, can I?
I exhale before starting. 'Who was that guy who died recently? Of natural causes apparently'.
'Umm… I don't remember'.
'Don't lie Hannah. You do remember. He was my friend. You were the one who killed him, weren't you?'
She closes her eyes briefly before opening them again and locking her gaze on mine. 'Fine. Okay. Yes, I was the one who killed him'.
My voice raises a few octaves. 'YOU were the one who killed my BEST FRIEND? My best friend is dead, because of you Hannah. His fans are distraught, not to mention his friends and family. Because of you, you've fucked up so many lives now. And he wasn't the only person you've killed, is he? No, of course not. Just think of all those people, each with individual lives, friends, and families. Those who knew them won't be the same; their lives won't ever be the same again'. My voice is low, I didn't mean to get angry but I can't control myself.
Hannah takes a step forward and looks directly into my eyes. Her gaze is hard and her mouth tightens into a thin line.
'You think I fucking WANTED to?! You think I wanted to kill someone? It wasn't my fucking choice Dan! You of all people should know that!' She spits back at me. Her eyes are blazing.
'Well, you could have said no!' I shoot back.
'If I had said no; then I would be dead. Do you want that?'
'Well, maybe if you had said no, then we wouldn't be in this fucking position!' I snap back.
Her eyes widen in pure hurt as my words hit her. I stand there in shock, realising what I just said. Hannah takes a step back.
'No, Han' I say desperately. 'I-'
'No. Save it Dan' she says shortly before turning around and walking straight out of my apartment. And most likely, out of my life.
