The Dangerous Game

Ava looked at the man in front of her, panting. She didn't want to admit what she had heard. She was hurting. She wanted to deny everything, scream and shout, hug the man in front of her and wait for him to console her. But the man standing in front of her continued to stand there with an emotionless face, as if he was unaware of all this. “Vicy, you know I'm a busy man. If you don't have the courage to shoot, how about putting down the gun? Hmm? I can't just stand here all day, can I? Ava looked at this man, who was acting as if he was talking about some ordinary incident and not about the gun pointed at his chest. The man was smiling silently at her, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. However, unlike the gentle smile on his face, no emotion could be seen in his gaze. It was such a cold and menacing smile that it made you feel like a wild animal was in front of you. It's as if you're dealing with an animal that can snag your neck and tear you apart at any moment. Still, Ava kept looking at him, as if trying to find something in those eyes. "Asher, are you sure it's not something you really want to tell me?" The young woman was in despair. It looked as if her world would collapse, completely ruined if the man in front of her didn't say anything to her. “Asher. Asher, do not be silent, hm? Just say something, okay? Asher, plase." With a last effort, the young girl tried to look at the man with eyes full of tears, whom she could no longer see clearly. The tears in his eyes were threatening to spill, making her feel completely helpless. The woman was holding the gun with both hands as if she had no strength left, trying to reassure her trembling hands. The man smiled like a sigh. Then he slowly approached her, shaking his head slightly, like a teacher who has failed in teaching a small child. He lifted the woman's face, who was looking at him with pleading eyes, to look at him slightly. “Vicy, you know you can't shoot anyone if you keep going like this. You have to hold the gun steady.” The young woman looked into his cold eyes, which contrasted with the man's understanding smile. Why, why was this happening? The man wiped her tears, lightly stroking her hair. “Vicy, Vicy, why are you crying sweetie, do we have a deal? Am I right? Didn't you promise me? No more crying,hm." He was trying to persuade her as meticulously as a small child. The young woman looked into the man's dark green eyes as her tears continued to flow. She didn't want to believe it, didn't want to accept it. For a brief moment, the young woman caught a bit of disappointment in his eyes. So that was it. He had learned everything. Her eyes were filled with despair, as if the whole world had collapsed on her. The man stared at the woman in silence at the cure-acceptance in her eyes. His fake smile slowly faded from his face. He gently embraced her with one hand, as if in farewell, then placed the barrel of the gun in her hand against his own chest. "That's how you should do it, Vicky? What if the bullet doesn't go where you want it to?" The young woman calmly lifted her head. He looked at the moon hanging in the sky. Then to this man whose black eyes reminded him of the night. "The moon is so beautiful tonight, darling, isn't it?" The man smiled lovingly at the woman and slowly rested his head on her forehead. "Better than anything else in the universe." This was a very strange situation. Two people hugging each other, resting their foreheads, smiling lovingly. A woman pointing a gun at the man she was desperately waiting for consolation. A man staring at her as if there was nothing in the universe but the woman before him. How did they get to this point?