"I wanted to-needed to- hurt you." he growled as he paced, the gleaming metal of the deadly gun catching the moonlight I always thought was beautiful-like a rose or a dove flying. But with the angry boy pacing the room and hesitatingly watching me like a scared animal, it became a deadly type of beauty that fitted him well.

"But... I couldn't stomach it. This idea of you bleeding and cold at my feet. Not knowing that I did it." he laughed harshly and aimed the gun at me.