She shouldn't have fallen for it. She should have known. She did know and she still fell for it; for him.
He was a cyborg, a machine, but it didn't matter. She still loved him.
It had been a long fight and he had been there for all of it.
Now it was different. Now he was damaged and malfunctioning. He was forgetting her.
He was dying…
He was dying and there was nothing he could do about it.
They had tried to stop SKYNET and had been forced to split up in the base.
When she found him there was almost nothing left.
It had known he couldn't be trusted and targeted him as well as humans.
She could see the machine that he was.
That didn't change anything. She still loved him.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw him lying on the ground. She dropped her gun, a Heckler & Koch HK416, and slowly walked over to where he was lying.
She knelt down by him and put her arms around his broken body.
He was dying and she didn't want to live without him. They'd been through too much together.
She was crying when he finally turned what was left of his eyes to her.
He looked her in the eye and knew what she was thinking. He reached out with the remainder of his left arm and picked up the gun that was lying on the ground next to him, a M1911A1. He knew what he had to do.
He raised the gun to her heart but was fighting his programming by not pulling the trigger.
He couldn't hurt her, she made him feel.
"Please… just do it…" she whispered to him through tears. The last words she ever said.
He looked up at her and pulled the trigger.
She died almost instantly… Almost.
He dropped the gun and pulled her close to him. She was bleeding all over him but it didn't matter to him.
He could tell she was in pain. It was destroying him that he had caused it. He was programmed to protect her and he had just killed her.
She struggled to put her arms around him but managed to.
She died as his system permanently shut down.
And they lived happily together forever.