“I said kill him!” said the masked man pointing towards
George, the one person Annie loved more than herself. “Shoot him or I’ll shoot
you!” he said placing his gun on her forehead. Forced Annie did place the gun
she was given by the masked man to George’s forehead. Her gun fired a shot. ‘I
love you’ were the only words that hanged in the air for a few minutes. They
weren’t George’s last words oh no readers, they were hers.
How could she? How could she have done that indescribable
crime at this undesirable hour? Memories flashed in front of her like a swift
movie that she knew she would never forget, their movie. Their first kiss,
their wedding day, the day she came to know that she can’t have children, the
day both decided to die peacefully in a warm bed instead of the cold hospital
aura. Their dreams, their wishes all had just drowned in water just like she
had in blood. Just as soon as she closed her eyes and took the last morning
breeze in, she could hear police sirens in the far distance or maybe near her,
she wasn’t sure. He will be safe now she thought, and unknowingly that thought
put a slight smile upon her red lip and she looked towards George. But just
then *boom* another gun shot. Annie could barely manage to open her eyes to see the
masked man down but it wasn’t him. It was George; he had shot himself from the
gun Annie had used. There both lovers lay in their front lawn on grass covered with blood which was once lush green. “Remember what we decided? We live
together and die together” said George. “I do” replied Annie and placed her
hand on his, a tear slipped down her cheek. “So what if we don’t die warm in
our beds?” said George. “Yeah, never realized the grass would be so much better.”
said Annie what her best possible smile. Both shut their eyes and had their
hands intertwined. Neither of them managed to see each other again.
The local newspaper
headlines read next morning- “ Local couple dies peacefully” with a
picture of George and Annie of their wedding day....
