"Do you really think that I am that psychotic that I would actually kill someone?" I questioned Aaron because he insisted that my idiosyncratic behaviour was insane.
I anticipated a, "no," from him because I knew that Aaron would not bear to say such dehumanising stuff about me and that he fully trusted and loved me. There was a long, awkward pause before he broke the silence.
"Yes."
He answered my question after deeply thinking through, though his facial expression was saying otherwise about his answer. That one-syllable word felt like as if something staked a trident across my heart and my tears unknowingly trickled down my cheeks. How could he?
His words completely desensitised my body and numbed my hidden wild love for Aaron. Although I constantly said that Aaron meant nothing to me, it was actually the opposite. Aaron meant the world to me and I wanted to spend my life with him. But it seemed like Aaron did not reciprocate his feelings and it felt so one-sided and isolated.
I lightly nodded my head in incredulity and decided to prove his statement, once and for all.
"Let's find out, shall we?"
At that moment, Aaron glazed at me, baffled. A frown appeared on his face, directed at me but he did not know what I certainly was not going to know what I was up to. I arched my head down and anxiously locked my shivering hands together.
"Be right back," I informed him as I got myself up.
I walked out to the hall and fished my hands into my suitcase. My hands searched the laptop section and grabbed hold onto something hard. I contemplated my decision for a brief second and decided to reveal this object anyway. My eyes analysed it from the barrel to the trigger, amazed by the power and dominance that I had gained when just by getting hold of it. I blew the tip of the barrel gently with a smirk and saw some gunpowder being displaced, clouding that area for a split second before it diffused into the surrounding air.
I traipsed back into the room where Aaron was in and stopped beside him. The weapon was suspended directly beside his head. It was evident that he was terrified by it just by a momentary look, and he gazed back into my eyes as if trying to beg me to take that weapon away. Within seconds, I could hear his breath getting edgy and his remorse of his aforementioned statement was showing.
"You've gone quiet."