Love or Justice

The price of truth

The gun, cold and heavy, felt like an extension of Alessandro's hand, a symbol of the finality of our situation. The air in the cramped cabin of the plane crackled with tension, the silence broken only by the hum of the engine and the frantic beating of my heart.

"Alessandro," I began, my voice trembling, the words catching in my throat. "Please..."

He cut me off, his eyes filled with a cold, ruthless determination. "There's nothing to say," he said, his voice hard, devoid of any emotion. "You made your choice."

He raised the gun, his hand steady, his eyes fixed on mine. I closed my eyes, bracing for the inevitable.

Then, a sudden jolt rocked the plane, throwing us against the cabin walls. The engine sputtered, then died, plunging us into a terrifying silence. The plane began to descend, its descent a slow, agonizing slide towards the darkness below.

Alessandro cursed, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and fear. He grabbed the controls, his movements frantic, but the plane continued its descent, its fate sealed.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice barely audible, the fear tightening its grip on my heart.

"I don't know," he replied, his voice hard, his eyes fixed on the darkness below. "Someone tampered with the engine."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a chilling suspicion. "Someone who knew where we were going."

The plane continued its descent, the darkness below growing closer with each passing moment. I looked at Alessandro, his face etched with fear, his eyes filled with a desperate resolve.

"This is it, Julia," he said, his voice barely audible. "This is how it ends."

The plane crashed into the dense forest below, the impact shattering the silence, plunging us into a world of darkness and pain.