This Is It. . .

"Victor, look!" I said as I peered over the corner of the building we were hiding behind. "There's a group of survivors over there!" I whispered as I turned to him. His eyes were pools of steel grey. My excited smile fell as he turned and began to walk away. I stood confused for a minute but then ran up to him, catching his sleeve. "What's wrong? There's a group there, we can finally leave." I said as I frowned at him. He only snatched his sleeve from my grip and gave me a dry look. "What are you still doing here? The group is over there, you can leave with them." he said matter-of-factually as he stood tall and tense. This was nothing like the smiling, protective Victor I had come to fall in love with over the few days it had taken us to get here. He was acting like. . .the old Victor. The one who threatened to kill me if I had ever tried to leave his side or disobey his orders. "Why are you acting like this?" I asked, suddenly angry. It was as if everything between us never happened. He gave me an uncaring look, as if t ask why I was asking this, and sighed. "This isn't going to work out. It's not you, it's me. I could give you all of these bullshit answers, just like any other break up scenario. But this isn't a break up and this was never a relationship. I've told you before and I'll tell you one last time. I put my mission before anything else. Before anyone else." he said and he turned away. I stood there with my gaze to the floor, my hair covering my eyes. I knew that this was my only chance. If I didn't say anything, I would lose him forever. "I love you." I said. when he stopped only a few feet away, I said it louder. "I love you Victor." When he still didn't turn around, I felt tears prick my eyes. "Why aren't you saying anything. . ." I whispered softly so that he wouldn't hear the tears in my voice. "What had happened between the two of us in the city meant something to me, Taya." he said as he faced me. "But not enough to make you stay." I said bitterly. His silence was the only answer I needed. I turned my back to him and clenched my hands in bitter resignation. "Fine, leave then. It doesn't matter." I said even though my eyes were wet with tears, my voice was strong. I heard his silent footsteps and my body body shuddered with a repressed sob. "I'm sorry." I heard him whispered in my ear as he embraced me from behind. I gasped and the tears finally feel. Fat lot of good it did me to hold them back. I stayed like that until I felt the cold tip of his gun under my ribs. "This won't kill you, but it will hurt. Obviously. I meant it when I said I was sorry. I'm sorry that you fell in love with me and that I couldn't love you back. I'm sorry that this is how we say our good byes. . ." Then the   gun went off and the bullet pierced my body. The pain was so sudden, I couldn't scream. The pain was white and red and fire all at once. I slumped to my knees and onto my side as I stared up at him through fading sight. His face was bitter, angry, and sad all at once. It was broken. My eyes closed and everything went dark.

When I awoke, I had people telling me how lucky I was to not have been killed. I only laughed hollowly. Of course I wouldn't have died, he was perfect and precise with every shot. He never missed. When H had asked them if there had been anyone else with me, they said no. I was currently looking out the window at the decimated city behind us and wondering what he had done when I had finally blacked out. Other than run, that is. But deep down inside, somewhere I didn't want to be, I knew why he had done it. We would have never said goodbye otherwise.