I love you
It was supposed to be this big romantic story, wasn't it? From the moment they met it had been obvious it was something there. They both felt it and they both denied it. Working together had been challenging in the beginning, too much tension. But their friendship and trust grew fast. The friendly teasing, banter and flirting became a part of their daily life. Feelings grew stronger, but nobody said anything. Not even in moments were the other could be close to death. It was too risky. For one it would have to become a serious relationship with that strong feelings involved, something neither felt ready for. Another thing was their friendship, it was too important to risk. So the kept quiet even in moments they probably shouldn't have.
It had all the ingredients to a romantic tail, love, passion, strong personalities, long running tension. It had the foundation for a strong relationship, great trust, strong friendship and deep love. It was all there and still no one grabbed it.
Later… sometime in the future… when I'm ready. Never did they consider it could be too late. No matter how many times they got shot at or even shot did it occur to them that it could ever be too late.
It was raining heavily. A woman in jeans and a black jacket with dark hair was moving through the graveyard. She stopped in front of a grave, kneeled down and placed one red and one black rose at the grave. She stood back up and turned to leave the way she came. She wisped as she left.
I love you