King Torie

I stood there, my glock 17 in my hands, aimed at his chest. I'd rehearsed lines for this moment but then, staring him in the eye I didn't think it was worth it. I should have gone for the slow death option, I tilted my head to the left a bit so I could study the look in his eyes. I was standing face to face with the love of my life but not for long. I'd watched them transition from slight annoyance ( he didn't like being disturbed as apparently that's what I had been doing for a while) to amusement to disbelief to fear and then... horror. I smiled. I licked my lips- I'm going to be the last thing he sees before he dies, I should make it worth his while. I should make it worth my while too. Oh Lord, he was so handsome. Couldn't recall how many nights I had stayed up watching that face, he looked so magnificent in his sleep. I loved how he smiled in his sleep like he was responding to a private joke. Couldn't recall how many kisses I had planted on th