He´s here.
I know it. I hear him, I smell him, I can even feel him. He came for me, he hunted me down, finally.
I feel so tired for it seems I´ve wasted half of my life to hide from him, in vain.
This is ridiculous. I crawl from under the bed because, of course
he´s going to find me. Why unnecessarily prolong it? I just hope he gets over with is as fast as possible. Dying can be messy when he is involved, I know that much. He leans against the wall, waiting for me to come out of my childish hideout. I try to suppress the shiver that makes my whole body shake. I close my lips, willing them not to tremble. Be strong ….. just for two more minutes, perhaps three. I don´t try to get up because my legs wouldn´t hold me anyway.
I hear his beautiful voice, it is muffeld by the blood rushing in my ears.
He says my name. He says it like a lover would, soft and oh so full of emotion. But he isn´t my lover, never was and never will be. I fooled myself into thinking so and made the most horrible mistake of my young life. I was careless about myself and that's the result- the man I love is going to kill me off for good.
I close my eyes because I can´t stand the way he´s looking at me. All broken and amazed, furious and tender.
„Are you gonna hurt me?" I ask him matter of factly.
„I could never", he answers with a sad smile and pulls out his gun.
