Regret
My hands considered the weapon.
I moved it back and forth between hands, getting use to the feeling of this new machine. I lifted the gun up in front of my face, examining it for any flaws. My jaw tightened as I was handed ammo, and told to begin. I didn't move for a second, contemplating my options. I wanted to do this, I had to. I slowly loaded my gun, and pointed it at the curious man across from me. I waited for my go, my cue to kill. I watched the light switch on; I didn't move. I held the gun in front of me, itching to pull the trigger, wanting not to. I took deep breaths and stared at the hideous person. I heard the murmurs of the people watching; disappointment, embarrassment. He laughed, and laughed more. The anger built up inside of me.
I remember pulling the trigger.
I remember all of the regret.
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Breaking Point
RomanceElla Wolff is one of the world's top CIA agents. After saving a young man from the most dangerous terrorists, she begins to fall in love. The only problem, spies can't fall in love.
