Abigail sat perfectly still, leaning against the wall behind her, and stared straight into the barrel of the gun pointed in her face. She knew it was loaded. Brian was never one to do things half-heartedly.

"Are you happy now? See what you've driven me to do? Give me another chance, please," Brian asked quietly. "Because if you don't, I'll shoot you. So we can be together forever."

"I can't Brian. I don't love you like that anymore. It's nothing to do with you. I just think it would be more cruel to string you along and make you think that I still loved you. Can't you see that?" Abigail answered calmly, never taking her eyes off the gun.

"Abby, don't do this. I don't want to kill you or me but I will if you don't give me another chance."

Strangely, Abigail didn't really find this so threatening. She knew that if he killed them both, she would be separate from him anyway. She hadn't done anything to hurt anyone. He had.

"Do it." she said challengingly as she tore her eyes away from the gun and up to his face. She knew he would. Shoot her that she didn't care. The last thing she heard was the crack and saw the tears leaking from Brian's eyes for the first time. Then, blank. No thought. No sight. No life.