She pulled the trigger. Felt the wringing pressure of the gun in her hand. Heard the glass shatter. She knew she got her target.
The car swiveled pass her. She saw his face. Her world stopped. He saw her too. Brown orbs meet her green ones.
She felt her hand weak. Her shoulder slumped. Suddenly, the gun in her hand felt cold. She stared at it for a moment, not caring for her own life.
It dawned on her. She shot him. Eric. The man she loved.
She squeezed her eyes tight. Sending a silent prayer. That this one time. She missed her hit.
