She looked at him, nervous. She was pale and sweaty. She nodded.
"I love you," he said, hugging her tightly.
"I love you too," she said, pressing her forehead against his. She could feel his fast heartbeat, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. She squeezed her eyes, but she was absolutely sure of what they were about to do.
He picked up the gun that was lying on the bed next to them and put his finger on the trigger. Then he pressed it.
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I don't know.
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