You've strayed.
You've gone mad with power.
You're corrupt.
You're no longer the man I knew. The man I loved.
I have to do it. I promised.
I never wanted this. You were good, pure. Your intentions just. Your vision for the future was clear and beautiful.
But now that's all gone. Gone with a snap of your fingers.
How? Why? I supported you. My faith in you has gone up in flames.
And now, as I'm aiming my rifle at you, with you unaware of the cruel fate that is in store for you, I beg to god to take this all back. Bring me back to the moment when this all began. Maybe I could've done something different.
I blame only myself.
I want this to be a terrible dream. I want to wake up. I want you to be the man you once were. I want you to lead this country to greatness. But I know this is no dream. This is a hellish reality. You have become a monster. Nothing can help you now.
I've failed you.
I made sure your back was turned. I promised it would be the back. You gave me the permission.
I may be two-hundred feet away from you on a nearby rooftop, but I can feel your warmth. Smell your smell. Hear your laugh. Feel the feel of your soft skin. Feel the roughness of your ignition gloves.
Those inanimate objects that got us into this situation.
"I'll follow you," I whisper as I pull the trigger.
Screams. I hear them.
The pain. I feel it.
I've killed my other half.
My job is done.
My time is up.
I raised a gun to my temple.
"Even into hell."
I kept my promise.