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Trigger
by Cosmic
I hated him. I hated him with a passion. I hated him with every cell in my body. He was so arrogant, so smug. He knew I'd come back, knew I'd love him till my very last breath. He knew that and he knew it wouldn't stop me.
I'd still hunt him, every minute of every hour and every hour of every day, for the rest of my life if I had to. And he smiled, knowing it would be his doom.
He let me find him, let me trace him, let me aim my gun straight at his head and still he smiled. Smiled that ever-knowing smile, that he knew I loved him, he knew it wouldn't stop me and he asked me to pull the trigger. Asked me. What kind of a bastard is he?
My hands trembled as I tried to stare him down, tried to not listen to his taunts. I wouldn't pull the trigger. I wouldn't. And he knew that.
So I did. And I saw surprise glimmer in his eyes. Surprise that I actually did what I had threatened to do, did what he had asked me to do. For that one moment, that single moment I would've missed if I had blinked, he showed defeat. He showed pain. He showed sanity. He showed gratitude. Then the bullet hit him. And then he died.