Disclaimer: I don't own the world. Soon though, soon...
"Ivan, don't!"
Barrel against temple. Finger on trigger. Tears spill from violet eyes.
"It hurts."
"Don't!"
"Very much."
"Please!"
Safety clicks off.
"I love you!"
Eyes widen. His finger falters. Maybe...?
Ivan smiles. Painfully. Caustically.
"Нет. Not from you."
Blood splatters, the body falls. Yao sinks against the wall, screaming.
A/N: Part of me really thinks I should stop naming my fics after AFI songs, and another part of me "kyaa~"'s whenever I do. Especially when I get the song to match with what the story's actually about. This time around... I don't think so much. Anyway, this is my micro-fic, something that my sister Billie said that I would never be able to do because I have a great tendency to just ramble in my fics. And she is like just so totally right. Whatever...
Anyway, thinking of continuing with it, 'cause I've just got like, the best kinda idea for a second part microwave whatever. Ionno though, may just leave it as is. Meh, we'll see. -Laith