And he wonders if, she can tell. That's doubtable, lets get it over with. The gun rests complacently on the bed stand, Lets hear something, anything, even a lie. He slides the gun to his hands, the cool metal clearing his mind. Do I know you?

She's outside, wind tossing her black hair. Yeah, I know you. Early morning frailty deepening. Lets get it over with, be somewhere happy, take the lies away. And so we will, once again, after this. She stops, pauses, adjusts her scarf and looks up as he strides over.

"Good morning." She smiles, why are you so happy? You're dead, or wait…I'm thinking ahead again. He pulls the gun out and brings guilty eyes up to hers.

"I was told." He whispers, and she looks like she's going to scream.

"Don't scream, It'll make things worse." He murmurs, eyes to the ground.

"I loved you. But I was told." She replies, demure, his shoes must be interesting if she's so glad to look at them.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, babe." The gun is shifted to his right hand, aimed for her head.

"So am I." She falls to her knees, eyes finally meeting his.

"You got a dying wish?" Why should I look at you? We shared everything, you gave it up for your friend. All that is gonna be gone soon, still sorry, babe.

"Show me you loved me." So he presses the gun to her head, hard, ramming hard against her brow. Kiss petulant and harsh, nothing like that on her lips.

"There's no time like the present, huh?" She grimaces and lowers her head, he lifts it back up, gun ready.

"Babe, I…Its not okay." She whispers. His hand shakes, and he shivers, the winter wind chilling his body.

"I don't think it matters anymore." The trigger is pulled, with dreary indifference. Her head flies back, her head coming to rest in the snow, crimson blood spilling out to taint the surface. And he wishes she would stop smiling. He touches the hole in her forehead and licks his finger, smiling slightly. Hell, maybe that woke the neighbors up. He kisses her forehead and sets the gun to his own head,

"I still love you." His hand touches her cheek, red hair falling gently to her side.

"I still do, so wait for me." And the blast doesn't awaken anyone, not even the winter. He's laid out in the snow, hand taking hers.

The blood mats his hair,

"See ya there, babe."

Er, hello. I haven't written some angst for awhile, so as I was depressed this is what kinda wrote itself. I doubt TifaxReno is n actual pairing…So yes. Sorry 'bout that, loves. KADAJ MAKES ME DEPRESSED!ITS HIS FAULT

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