It was as simple as a shot, a bullet propelled from a gun at a target. Watch the bleeding victim collapse in shock, mouth agape like some gutted fish--the type that even when they were separated from their bodies still moved due to the damaged nerves. Of course, I tell you, fish don’t bleed like this or make such hideous sounds. Choking on crimson liquid as if spilled to the ground beside the body, gasping for air only to hear a disgusting gargling as the blood bubbled and sputtered in the mouth like a water fountain. The head lifting in vain from the ground as the victim tries to raise from the place they are set to die on. As if going someplace would make the inevitable not happen.

How’d it get to this? To see someone on the ground like this, someone you hope to sometime soon meet lips with. Perhaps I will all the same, kiss them, but even then I know I’ll be covered in the gore as well. Do I care?

No. I didn’t love you, but I will kiss you none the less because of what you’ve done for me.

“How-w...” He began as I leaned near him, kneeling down by his soon to be corpse. ‘How could I’; I suppose he is asking. I don’t know that. I don't know that at all, Rotger. That’s is his name, such a normal name--like mine. We met each other, and feel into an idiotic emotion mistaking it for love. Love, that was nothing but skin deep. We did nothing but penetrate each others bodies, there was no emotion for us.

I long since decided: Anyone but you.

Yet there you are dying, my former ‘lover’. I never fired any guns at you, but I don't blame the one who did. Just shut your eyes now, dear Rotger. I won't ever see you again now, and that will be just fine--so I tell myself.

Spitting at me, covering me in a spatter of blood. I can’t help but smile and tell you, “It’s all your fault, Rotger. You should have never got mixed up with a person like me. I’m bad news.”

You used to hit me. It didn’t hurt, I’d felt worse hits before; I was raised being beaten everyday. But how long was I supposed to live with it? How long was I supposed to ‘love’ you when you called me a whore? I would have taken any person that walked up to me, over you.

Never thought the person I felt for was so quick on the trigger finger.... Apparently you didn’t know either.

Close your eyes, its all right, Rotger. I’m in safe hands, finally. Let out your last breath and be gone from me.

“He can’t hurt you anymore.” The other one says, throwing his gun against the floor with a metallic clanking. “What’s wrong?”

Nothing is wrong. I’m just crying because... because... I never got the last kiss. I’m crying because you shouldn’t have done that. I’m upset because you can’t understand what’s been taken away from me, nothing emotional, nothing physical. I can’t put my finger on it, but something was between Rotger and I.

These aren’t tears of joy, they are just tears of some emotion that I’ve never felt before.