Nick was dying.
Slowly falling into the abyss from which he had spawned, he slumped over, eyes weakening as he lost his grip upon the material world. However, before they closed forever, his pupils darted towards to architect of his demise, the one responsible for his untimely end. His lover, the girl of his dreams, the one he thought would always be there for him, glared down upon his broken body, the smoking gun clasped in her hand.
"JESS!" He cried.
"How could this happen, how could SHE do this to me!" he thought with a look of betrayal on his face. He ran through the events leading up to his current state in his mind as he slowly faded away and was as perplexed now as he had been seconds before when she'd just calmly walked up to him and gunned him down.
He gathered up what little strength he had left and started to crawl towards jess,forcing himself to concentrate on reaching her before his life gave out. Jess continued to look down dispassionately at him as he weakly tried to pull himself forwards toward her. Suddenly she opened her mouth and snapped "FOR GODS SAKE NICK I JUST SAID YOU COULD DO WITH MAYBE GOING TO THE GYM A BIT MORE, THERE'S NO NEED TO BE SO DRAMATIC ABOUT IT!" She stormed out, slamming the door behind her, the sound of loud music floating under the door from her room moments later.
~Fin