I'm Giving Up On You

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"You said Forever! Does that mean nothing to you?" Chyanne screamed after Tomas. Tomas waved back dismissively, lazily, at her. She ran up and grabbed his arm. "No. We're going to talk about this. Sit." She pulled him down into a nearby chair. "Talk." She glared at him. "I just ...--" "So you're indecisive!" Chyanne interrupted. "No, I just... Don't want to talk about it" His eyes became foggy with something very close to pain. "I need answers, Tomas. You can't tell someone you want to be with them, then tell them you never even liked them the next day. So, give me answers." She was breaking down, the glare and confident tone both gone. "It's just that. I never even liked you. I'll prove it." He turned towards her, a definite look of pain etched into his features. Reaching into his back pocket, he swiftly brought out his Glock. "I'm sorry..." He said as he shot her. He turned away from the body. "It's done, sir." He whispered into the small device implanted in his wrist. "I love you, Chyanne." He walked away, tears streaming down his cheeks.

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