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Ecstasy: A Narrative Fiction

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My shaky finger hovered above the trigger as my mind hesitated. The tip of the gun was pressed firmly on his sweat stained temple. I tried to keep my breathing even as I let my eyes wander around his lively features for the last time. The newly swollen bruise sat below his exhausted eyes, making it the even more difficult to look him in the eyes. The corner of his lips were busted and was smeared with blood, making me fight the urge to plant a kiss on it and somehow make it heal in an instant. I blinked away the layered tears that were threatening to spill out when I heard a voice interrupt my thoughts.

"Enough with the hesitation. Just do it," the boss pressed on. His voice was filled with so much venom and hatred that it sent …show more content…

"Just remember....Cupid knows no love," he whispers menacingly. His touch made me sick to my stomach. But finally, he retreated his filthy hands and took a step back. He stood in the corner with his arms folded in anticipation. I could tell that he couldn't wait for the following scenes to unravel.

My lungs felt like they were about to collapse from the lack of oxygen that I provided. Cupid knows no love. I finally released a shaky breath and let my finger brushed the stone, cold, metallic trigger, making my heart beat a million miles per hour. Suddenly, he slowly turned his head towards me, forcing eye contact. He sent me a weak, but yet so powerful half-smirk when he noticed the pain in my eyes. His bloody lips silently mouthed out, 'kill me now', and he turned his head back to where the gun was pressed against his temple.

I wanted to vanish. I couldn't bear the thought of me killing the most important person to me and continue on with life like nothing ever happened. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to. But I had …show more content…

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. His body made a hard impact on the ruthless concrete that caught his fall. In a blink of an eye, I dropped to my knees and was now wrapping my arms around his lifeless body, hoping my warmth would bring him back. But to my disappointment, his body was still. I let my numb fingers gently graze his bitterly cold skin. For every second my finger tips came in contact with his skin, my heart shattered even more. I choke back a sob when I dared to make eye contact with his blank ones. My mouth was uncontrollably spewing out apologies to the love of my life. I was sorry. I was in pain. My body was numb while my heart sunk, and my stomach twisted into a bitter

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