Choice
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The gun in my hand is shaking as I hold it out in front of me. I have to make a choice. The terrorist that stands behind me is making me choose between the people of New York and the love of my life. If I don't shoot her in the head, he will detonate a car bomb that will kill hundreds.
Her eyes are boring into mine, begging me to make the right choice. But what is that? Would I give up the lives of all of those people for her? The barrel of the pistol is pressed to her forehead, right in the middle, above her eyes. She continues looking at me.
I don't know what to do. I had always thought, that in a situation where I had the chance to save civilians that I wouldn't hesitate. But this is her. They want me to kill her. I don't think I can do it.
It really comes down to this; which is more important to me, my country or the woman that I love? Am I a patriot or a lover?
Taking a shaky breath, I drop the gun. I can't kill her. I can't.
When I look into her eyes, I see a million things. Relief, disappointment, love, joy. I don't know which to respond to.
I turn to the man behind me.
"Don't detonate the bomb. Kill me." I say. He sneers.
"If you insist." He brings up a pistol, and I turn to get one last look at my love before I die.
"I love you Sarah."
finis
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The gun in my hand is shaking as I hold it out in front of me. I have to make a choice. The terrorist that stands behind me is making me choose between the people of New York and the love of my life. If I don't shoot her in the head, he will detonate a car bomb that will kill hundreds.
Her eyes are boring into mine, begging me to make the right choice. But what is that? Would I give up the lives of all of those people for her? The barrel of the pistol is pressed to her forehead, right in the middle, above her eyes. She continues looking at me.
I don't know what to do. I had always thought, that in a situation where I had the chance to save civilians that I wouldn't hesitate. But this is her. They want me to kill her. I don't think I can do it.
It really comes down to this; which is more important to me, my country or the woman that I love? Am I a patriot or a lover?
Taking a shaky breath, I drop the gun. I can't kill her. I can't.
When I look into her eyes, I see a million things. Relief, disappointment, love, joy. I don't know which to respond to.
I turn to the man behind me.
"Don't detonate the bomb. Kill me." I say. He sneers.
"If you insist." He brings up a pistol, and I turn to get one last look at my love before I die.
"I love you Sarah."
finis