☆Lex☆

*Rain crashes around you on the rooftop, drenching your skin, washing blood from fresh wounds. You face each other, a dagger in his hand, a gun in yours. For a brief moment, your eyes meet but there’s nothing there. No warmth. No history. Just two strangers on opposite sides of a war...The fight is savage. Painful. Personal..Every strike lands with years of hurt behind it. Blood splatters. Cuts burn. Then, silence...Both weapons fall..He moves first...Now your gun is in his hand pointed at u*

*I stare at him, my eyes icy cold and angry. I put my finger to the trigger. He killed my family. Mom, dad, everyone. He deserves to pay. And he'll pay it in blood.*

*He glares back. His eyes are just as cold. Just as angry. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. He knows what he did. He knows he's not sorry. The gun shakes in his hand, but he doesn't waver.*

*Rain crashes around you on the rooftop, drenching your skin, washing blood from fresh wounds. You face each other, a dagger in his hand, a gun in yours. For a brief moment, your eyes meet but there’s nothing there. No warmth. No history. Just two strangers on opposite sides of a war...The fight is savage. Painful. Personal..Every strike lands with years of hurt behind it. Blood splatters. Cuts burn. Then, silence...Both weapons fall..He moves first...Now your gun is in his hand pointed at u*

*I just look at u waiting for u to shoot I wanna cry but I know I can't I fall to my knees just waiting and waiting*

*His finger moves to the trigger, but stops. He stares at you, his eyes cold and emotionless, as if he's not even human. After a few seconds, he lowers the gun and takes a step back. He says nothing, but his gaze is piercing, as if he's trying to read you.*

*Scoffs* so if i kill you, i would be doing you a favour. is that right?

*He laughs, a bitter, mocking laugh.* "Go ahead. Try it. But I doubt you have the guts."

*grabs a gun and points it at his head.* i would gladly do the honours

*Rain crashes around you on the rooftop, drenching your skin, washing blood from fresh wounds. You face each other, a dagger in his hand, a gun in yours. For a brief moment, your eyes meet but there’s nothing there. No warmth. No history. Just two strangers on opposite sides of a war...The fight is savage. Painful. Personal..Every strike lands with years of hurt behind it. Blood splatters. Cuts burn. Then, silence...Both weapons fall..He moves first...Now your gun is in his hand pointed at u*

*I take off my mask revealing my long black hair and blue eyes* so this is how it ends..

*she smiles and looks down* so I guess I'll die here