Not Your Average Love Story

     "They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me. Young love murder, that is what this must be." -Kesha

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      Tears threatened to flood my eyes, but I managed to keep them on edge. I kept my stare with the target. A smirk danced across my face.

      I have waited years for this moment. I thought to myself as I stared into the soul of the, pure evil, human being that was forced against a wall in front of me.

      I wanted to remember it perfectly.

      My nostrils flared as I inhaled the scent of alcohol, cigarettes, and cheap cologne. His face was priceless. I knew I would remember it forever. Eyes of pure hate, turned to fear. A mouth of pure lies, turned to begging. Hands that caused so much death, rise up in surrender. He cannot surrender now. He can't take back what he did. The man I had once loved.

     The air was stuffed with smoke. Smoke from the fire that was threatening it's way into the room we were in. That thought was in the back of my mind at the moment.

      I didn't care if that moment was my last, as long as I got the answer I needed. As I began to stare back into the eyes of my past-lover my heart almost melted. I shook the thoughts out of my head.

      My voice was shaky and hoarse, "Please," I began then composed myself, "Just tell me why you did it!" At this point the fire was eating away at most of the walls around us. I pushed him up against one of the walls that were still standing. My hands were shaking violently. My left hand reached up to grab the hair at the nape of his neck. The gun was pointed at the side of his head, my right hand grasping it fiercely.

      Our body's pressed together, only an inch separated our lips. I had been this close to him so many times before. Each time I was only thinking of pure love. He, on the other hand, thought of lust. This time was different, I did not think of love or even lust. All I was thinking about was desperation. Not desperation to be with him, no. Desperation to have the knowledge that I have hunted him down for. Desperation to have closure for my loss. Desperation to kill him.

      I whispered this time, "Why. did. you. do. it." I paused between each word emphasizing their importance. His adams apple bobbed as he gulped. A minute of silence filled the space between us. The roaring fire grew closer. "TELL ME!" I screeched, vulnerably.

      His eyes went wide when he looked past me to the fire growing dangerously close. He looked down at me and huffed out a breath that smelt of bitter beer and heavy cigarettes, "I wanted..." he paused thinking about the right words to say, "I wanted you to myself."

      That's a lie.

      "You wanted me to yourself?" I asked, obviously not buying it. He closed his eyes for a moment then nodded.

      By this time, I was fuming, "That is SUCH A LIE-" He cut me off with his lips crashing onto mine. For a moment I didn't respond to the kiss at all, then I got caught up in how good it felt to have that spark again. The spark that always exploded when we kissed. I was drunk off of it. My lips began hungrily asking for more. He immediately agreed and deepened the kiss.

      Why am I doing this? He was obviously lying. Why would he kill them if he loved me?

      That thought automatically brought my senses back from their dizziness. We both had to catch our breath for a second then he spoke again, "It's not a lie, Lily," he purred my name in a way that, before the incident, I would always fall for.

      Not this time. I told myself as I stepped away from him. The sole of my shoe turned into a flame. I screamed out in pain as it ran up my leg. He quickly picked me up off the ground. "Way to sweep me off of my feet," I mumbled as he ran through the house, constantly dodging bursts of fire, searching for the door.