When he told me there were two guns in there, I would be lying if I said I didn't think he was using it for something else. Some of those thoughts did bother on him, eventually losing control.
But hell, I never thought that he would prepare a gun for me to use on him. In case it ever happens, I didn't think he would keep a weapon for me.
A single tear dropped down my left cheek, my lips parting as I tried to rationalise it all. How could he even think that I would stay right here, there, wherever and point a gun at him?
What the f**k did he even mean by losing control?
He covered the distance, his eyes blank. I knew what that meant. He had pushed his emotions away to tend to my own first. And hell, it made me feel even more guilty that he believed I could kill him.
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