Yna fell limply in front of Yuri's eyes. Her dark flocks flailed about as she collapsed. Blood stained her chest, the part where she was shot. She wore a shocked look on her face as she fell to the cold asphalt. She didn't know what hit her. Yuri saw that look, and at first he didn't understand. Then his eyes opened wide in disbelief. His lips dried. His arms extended, catching the woman before she could hit the ground. He held her body, his knees shaking.
"Yna?"
He felt her back. It was wet.
"Yna?!"
Panic overcame him. He shook the woman's shoulders.
"YNA!" he yelled.
It couldn't be. It wasn't real. It wasn't happening. That was Yuri's wish, but God couldn't grant it. He hugged her tightly. In his car, he could hear faint whispers, words in dying breath. Words that stab the man's heart deeply and painfully.
"I love you..." These were her last words.
She closed her eyes gently. Her arms fell lifelessly. Dark clouds formed over the city.
Death had claimed the woman.
"Hey!!!"
The man shook his lover's arm desperately tring to get a response. He shook her and shook her some more while crying out her name.
But she said nothing.
He put her in front of him, seeing her face, her tranquil expression, made every fleeting second more excruciating than before. This was something Yuri could never accept. His body trembled. His emotions indescribable. His eyes watered involuntary. His lips murmured her name over and over.
"No..." he said over and over. "No...no, no, no...Yna.."
He dropped to his knees in pain, clutching her lover's lifeless body. He couldn't believe she's gone, gone in an instant.
"Come back..." he begged her, pleading whole-heartedly. "Come back..."
But no one was listening.
A man's cry roared through the dark alley, through the city, and through the heavens. He had lost his lover.
The young man knelt on the snow, crying, sobbing, bleeding inside. Yna was on his lap. Her blood stained everything around her. The pavement was red. Every three seconds or so, Yuri would kiss Yna's forehead, or her lips, or her cheeks, or her neck, or her chest. Most of the time, he would stare at her face, and think that she was merely asleep.
No man could tolerate the pain he was feeling. It was a brew of every negative emotion known to man. Sadness, depression, sufferring, longing, just to name a few ingredients.
To his left, he heard the sound of feet pounding on the ground, approaching him. But he didn't bother to look, he didn't care about the rest of the world anymore. His eyes were set squarely on Yna, watching her eternal slumber. Moments passed and then, David stood above him.
"Did... did you do this?" said the young man stroking Yna's hair.
"I didn't mean to," answered the now humiliated hitman. For once in his life, his voice didn't sound cold.
Yuri didn't reply. He kissed Yna's lips once.
"So... you came here to kill me, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SHOOT HER?!?!"
His outburst stung the hitman's already bruised ego.
"It was... an accident," he explained.
Yuri went back to twirling Yna's hair.
"Why are you here?"
The assassin swallowed hard. "I came here to redeem my honor," he answered.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I am a true professional, you see... I only kill my intended targets..."
"BULLSHIT!!!"
"But now, I have killed an innocent. So I came here to present myself."
David tried to mask his nervousness, but his voice gave him away.
"Yuri," he continued. "I present myself to you. Kill me now, avenge your woman."
Yuri sneered.
"What good will that do to me?" he said coldly.
"But, don't you want to take your revenge?"
"Nothing matters to me anymore. Nothing." He clenched Yna's body tighter.
David sighed. Shame enveloped him.
"I see. Then... there is no way I can redeem my pride."
He began to take leave, quitely.
"Wait! Come back," yelled Yuri. David obeyed.
"What is it?"
"There's one way... one way for Yna to forgive you... and me."
The assassin took interest in his words.
"How? I'll do anything," he said.
There was a quite moment before he replied.
"I don't want Yna to be alone in the afterlife. She would be sad, so do us a favor."
His voice was broken, and David could feel his unbearable sorrow. Watching the scene, it touched his heart, which he never thought he had.
"A favor?" the hitman murmured. At first he couldn't comprehend, but then, the idea struck him. "Are you sure?"
Without a second thought, the young man answered firmly, hugging Yna's body.
"I'd like nothing better." He smiled.
David dropped his head. "I see."
The assassin went behind Yuri, while his hand reached inside his coat. From his holster, he pulled out his 9mm.
How sad, he thought. Not even death could overpower their love. No. As he watched Yuri's struggle with the loss of his lover, his life, David's eyes opened to things, things he had never seen before. Such is love.
"This contract is my last," he thought to himself. His disgrace was just too much for him to continue.
"Hurry up, assassin," Yuri commanded.
"We musn't keep a woman waiting."
"Indeed."
David pulled back the gun's slide, cocking it. He aimed at Yuri's back, to his heart, for it was appropriate.
"I pray that you both find happiness in heaven."
The young man gave Yna's lips his last kiss.
"We will..."
A beam of sunlight reached the young man's eyes. He was in his bedroom.
"I see you're up!" greeted a sweet faminine voice. "Good morning."
He turned to his right. There, lying beside him was Yna. Just the sight of her delighted him.
"Good morning," he greeted back.
Yna moved closer to him.
"Don't ever leave me," the woman said enticingly.
"Of course not," he assured. "I'll never leave you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"What if I went away?"
"I'll follow you."
"What if I went to America or Europe?"
"I'll still follow you, wherever you go."
"Really? What if I die?"
It was a jest, of course, but one Yuri took seriously.
"Don't say that."
"He.he. sorry..."
The two faced each other, cuddling up. The scent of Yna's hair, the touch of her smooth skin, her face, it made him feel ultimate bliss.
Yuri whispered in her ear sweetly.
"Even if you die, I'll still follow you. I love you baby."
It could've lasted forever. It was his wish.
The trigger was pulled. The bullet flew downward quickly. Another shot thundered through the alley. And just like Yna, the bullet pierced Yuri's heart, killing him almost instantly.
The young man's eyes soon lost color, his body dropped on top of Yna's. For a few seconds, he gasped for breath, but soon after, his lungs failed. Life quickly left his body. Before he could pass away, he mustered all the strength he had left and reached for Yna's hand, then he closed his eyes.
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