“I have loved you for so long. You grew on me, I guess. It started slow and built until, until I realized how hard it would be to watch you die.”

I smile my cold smile and feel the ice and fire meet in my veins. I’ve always had a lot of internal conflicts but the devil always seems to win. My fingers release the bow string, and even though the bow isn’t my weapon of choice, the arrow strikes true.

“You of all people should know, I’m more of a fighter than a lover.”

His hands curl into the sand and a trickle of blood oozes from the corner of his mouth as he topples to his side. I feel no remorse: once you make the decision, once you’ve struck the killing blow, a body is just a body. Even if they told you they loved you only moments before. I shiver a little, love is a scary thing, I’ll stick to death.

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