
Her eyes scanned him up and down once more. Noticing every tiny detail to his every move. The way his bangs swept back into the hair resting upon the back of his head. The slow movement of his chest as he breathed. His eyes sparkling under the moonlight - almost as if the light of the moon was begging for me to notice. His eyes laid upon my own. His gun pointed towards my chest.
"Any last words?" He asked me.
"I-"
"Well?"
"I loved you, Luke."
Silence. Just an exchange between looks. His finger remaining on the trigger.
Bang.
About the Creator
'Lissa Stufflestreet
I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
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