Sixty-three years. We had been together for sixty-three years before I killed Jack. He had been teasing me all day since we woke up. I was frustrated enough with that, but I figured I deserved it considering I spent the day before teasing the hell out of Jack. But he had gone too far when he started giving me a hand job during my speech to the other member. Right before I was about ready to cum, he dismissed the other member s and then left. I stopped myself from killing him right there and then.
Jack then had the nerve to completely avoid me for three hours. He kept himself hidden away in the medic bay. At least until I had to go down and talk to the current medic. He was hugging her! I stared at the two of them through a red haze, before I pulled out my gun and shot Jack through the heart. I didn't realize what I did until I saw Jack fall to the floor and blood came out of the gunshot wound. I threw my gun down and ran over to him. I knew he was dead, but he would wake up momentarily. He was going to be in pain for about an hour, though.
When he did wake up he gave me an annoyed look before holding his hand out so I would help him up. Jack was surprised that I haven't killed him before today, but I wasn't going to get off the hook that easily. Which was okay because I really did feel horrible about what I did to him. I promised that I would never kill him again and I was extra affectionate towards him.
A month later and Jack has completely forgotten about it, but I'll never be able to forget it.
~~~~~~~~~~63 YEARS LATER~~~~~~~~~~
Sixty-three years later and I still haven't attempted to kill Jack again. Of course there are times when I would gladly do it, just for a moment of peace. I never do though, instead whenever I feel like killing Jack, I'll just ignore him until he starts behaving. He's actually like a well trained puppy, but I'll never tell him that.