There it was again. That question.
Must I kill someone for my dreams to come true? To fulfill dad's last wish?
Must I?
And it was at that moment, that I realised that everything was a choice. That it was me who'd have to make a choice. And it didn't take me a second extra to make one.
Because the next second, I was lifting the gun and pointing it at my head.
My choice was made, and everyone seemed to realise the same.
I couldn't kill someone I loved even if I wanted to. Even if I tried. And, even if dad was in my place, I'm sure he would've done the same.
So offering Sabrina the bravest smile I could muster, I spoke the words I've been meaning to tell her for so long.
"I love you."
I smiled and closed my eyes.
"NO!" I heard her scream.
But it was too late.
For I'd already made my decision.
I'd pulled the trigger.
