As I walked down the dull street, looking at the forgettable passing faces, I caught a glimpse of blue. A bright beautiful color on this dark day. Slowing my pace to a shuffle, I stared for some time. I prayed for him to look at me, his black clothes swaying slightly as he adjusted his position. Still staring inside the tinted store window.
He moved his head a degree my way his eyes meeting mine. I start to approach, not very confident. A small smile coming to his full pink lips, deep dimples appearing on his cheeks. I smile back, not sure if I should continue walking his way, or just pretend I didn't see him. No, it's too late, he knows I was staring.
He slips his hands into the deep pockets of his long trench coat. I feel as if every thing around us slows down. It's like a fairytale. I'm just close enough to make out the light freckles that dust his defined cheeks and narrow nose. He begins pulling a black object from the left pocket. Realization hits me like a rock.
I don't think to move, the gun is aimed at my head and his smile morphs into something sadistic. His finger tightens around the trigger but I don't flinch. Instead I just keep staring into those blue eyes. His smile drops just at the same time as he squeezes, releasing the bullet. Regret begins to swarm his face. But it's too late, I've been lost to the nothingness.
