“I never knew. I never guessed. I guess it was obvious to anyone with half a brain, but I was in love. There’s no sympathy for lovers, they’re all fools.” He cocked the gun. “But now it’s just you and me again, alone, and I’m ready to blow.”
She was easing her was back toward the door. “Don’t be hasty,” she said.
The reports of the gun went unreported that night, neither the first shot, which lay the woman down in a bloody pool, nor the second shot, the last shot, which the man had sent through his own temple.
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