• He's looking at me now and I can't seem to find the words, any words.
    My eyes shine with unshed tears and I can feel my ,slightly, chapped lips tremble.
    Why is he making this so hard? Why am I making this so hard. Stuff like this happens all the time, people move on, drift apart, and grow distant with each other.
    It wasn't like I lo-.
    He grips my shoulders suddenly and looks into my eyes with his warm,chocolate orbs and I feel my mouth go dry. " Why are you doing this?" he asks intently. So intently, that I almost want to just mold into his embrace and forget this whole thing.
    But I won't.
    Because I can't.
    I can see the despair in his eyes now and it hurts because a while ago, I promised my self I would never, never hurt him.. But I guess I'm just a liar. Along with so many other things.
    It wasn't suppose to be like this. It was a job, a lifestyle. I'd go in, do what I'm suppose to do, cut off loose ends, then get out. But I was caught. He wouldn't let me leave. I couldn't leave.
    His eyes were so expressive, so hopeful, that I couldn't help but let out a dark, bitter chuckle.
    "Why do you care?" I snarl out impatiently. I shifted my weight to my other hip and juggle the bag of wealth in one hand, and keep my finger firmly locked over the trigger of my pistol with the other. I need to go, because I know he's waiting, and god knows what he'll do if Im late again.
    "Why do I care? I care because I Lo-" a hiss of pain leaves his throat but he doesn't back down. I dig the barrel of my gun harder into his chest, but he doesn't back away.
    I squeeze my eyes close and try to forget. forget everything.
    Every single crime scene I've fled, every single deed I've done for him, he'd be there with his charming smirk and hopeful questions. All of them always, always asking me when I'll stop doing this. Stealing. Lying. Murdering. Being a criminal.
    But I can't stop, not as long as he's alive. Watching me. Owning me.
    The more we meet though, the more entranced I became. We became. Soon his charming smirks became gentle kisses and so much more. He'd hold me like I wasn't a vile sinner,love me like we could actually be together.
    How foolish. 
    I guess I'd become too unfocused, too sloppy during my crimes, too painfully obvious that something was different. That I had fallen in Lov-. But villains don't fall in love,they don't get happy endings. Well....not without quitting being a villain. But I guess that's why he stepped in. He was losing something. Losing his little puppet that he's kept under his thumb all this years, with his sick threats of torturing friends and relatives . But I have no friends or relatives, not anymore. Yet, he kept finding little things to keep me tied to him. Horrible things. 
    And now he tells me that I have to.. That I'm the one who has to...
    But every passing second I can feel my resolve cracking,melting under those eyes that I envy and  worship so much. He seems to have an angelic glow to him that I wonder, not for the first time, is because of the moonlight above this, our, cold alley, or if he's an angle in disguise. Reaching out to me, trying to save me. "Let me save you" he rasps out suddenly, and I can feel my fingers tremble under the weight of my pistol still pressed  against his chest. "Let me love you" he speaks again, closer to my trembling lips, closer than before. "Let me marry you" he lets out huskily, and now his lips are on mine, pouring love,hopefullness, and passion. It too much, all to much, I can feel tears sliding down my cheeks now, and I know my resolve is broken,crushed. 
    I don't care any more, I want him, need him to be in my life, to make it complete because nothing, nothing else in this world could possibly do any thing for me anymore. I don't want this life anymore, I can't take doing this another minute, another day. I know I'm domed. Doomed to spend the rest of my afterlife in Hell. The Hell I  know I deserve for being a murderer, a sinner. But it doesn't matter to me because,as long as I can live the rest of my life with this angel, the afterlife seems like a nice punishment to fit.
    I open my mouth to say those three words I knew I should've said long ago. "I Love yo-" but suddenly there's a noise and pain, so much pain in my back, and I can't seem to stand up anymore. I can hear his panicked screams of worry but I can't seem to attach a face through all this chaos, but then I hear a chuckle, a familiar chuckle that only he could make and this all makes so much sense now. 
    It hard to breathe now and I try desperately to see his face in all this..this grey fog, but I can't. I can feel his hands pulling my to his chest and saying words of calm, words of love, to reassure me but I know its over. I pull his head down to my lips and try to gasp out the words that won't come forth from my mouth. I pull back to cough out blood, quickly move back and whisper those three special words. "I..love you" Now he's trying to say something to me but I can't seem to focus. My vision begins turning black and I can't help but think about how much closer Hell I was than I thought....