He noticed the girl across the room look up when he came in. He noticed the barely masked shock marring her pale features as she saw the tears streaming down his face. He saw the man she had been talking to before he entered the room, saw his pale blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He raised the gun, aligning it perfectly with the man's heart. The corners of his mouth turned up, but the expression he wore was not a smile, it was a look of grief. Not a smile, but a grimace. He kept the gun trained on the other man's chest as he approached her. The beautiful young girl he was so close to, the one he had spent many hours talking to, and many more secretly and desperately loving.
"M-Matthias...?" She gulped. "Mathias what are you doing?"
"Ana..." His words were grief-stricken as he took in her face, the features contorted in a look of horror. "Ana I need to tell you... I love you, Ana." He stepped closer, her back now against the wall. "Ana I love you so much..." He wrapped the arm not holding the gun tightly around her, and buried his face in her neck. "Ana..." His voice held pain, that of longing and denial, of unrequited love, of a life not worth living. He lowered the gun, and hugged her tighter. He brought his eyes up to meet hers, those beautiful eyes he loved, and kissed her, his lips wet with tears-still-falling. He did not care about the other man, the one she had given her heart to. All he cared for was her, and he kissed her deeper, sobbing against her mouth. "Ana I love you." He said, pulling away. Her cheeks wet now with his tears, and her own. "Mathias... I..."
The smile he gave her was pained, broken. He mouthed the words he had come to say one last time before pulling the trigger that sent his guts flying across the room. As he fell back, he could vaguely hear a scream, a sobbing plead to the other man to 'Do something!' A hand touched his face. It was cold. Managing to bring his hand up to cover hers, he sputtered out a few words in between choking coughs, thick with his own blood. "Ana... I need you... I needed you... You kept me alive... Living..."
He briefly wondered why the time had gone so quickly, the darkness converging on the noonday light, mimicking the setting of the sun.
He blinked to rid his eyes of the tears clouding his vision. They didn't go.
He blinked again. They still didn't go.
He tried to make out her face, tearstained and agonized. He heard one last thing before the blood fully clogged his ears; a tragic, wracking sob, the heartbroken cry echoing in the night air.