Epilouge
Scar frowned. "That's what you want? Really?" She nodded. "That's all. Then I'll really know you mean it." He shook his sleeve, retrieving the golden gun he always kept there. He swallowed roughly. She turned around with an eager smile, shutting and locking the door. "Go on," she whispered. "Show me you love me." He shook, the gun wavering in his hand, unable to keep level with her head. "I—" he whispered. "It's okay. Give it to me. Give me your love. Go on, Scar." He swallowed again, his stomach lurching. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. There was only that gun and her smile. He glanced at it. "I—" "You want me to happy don't you? You love me don't you? Isn't that what you said? Well show me." Scar shook his head, a tear rolling down his cheek. "I don't want to..." he w
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