My chest heaved up and down as I felt my lips begin to quiver. In an attempt to get my nerves under control, I perched them, rubbing in my Mac lipgloss in the process. My throat was dry, and the air seemed thick as I inhaled the LA breeze, finding it hard to breathe. I was a wreck. A complete f***ing wreck. I was in NO condition to go through with my mission nor did I want to. I shook my head as I bit down on my lip. This is crazy -- That was all I managed to repeat in the back of my mind. My hand trembled in which I held my black Beretta 98 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it directly at the center of his forehead. I ran my thumb across the tip of my nose and exhaled roughly, rocking from side to side. Left to right. Right to left.
My heart pounded as I looked over his freshly cut, blonde hair and then down to his deep brown eyes. He was the enemy, but the way I felt towards him couldn't be hate. But, it didn't matter. I had no choice, and in my line of work -- feelings didn't matter nor did they exist. He looked at me with the most blank expression. It confused, but didn't confuse me. He feared nothing and no one, and deep inside I knew he knew that this was gonna be hard for me. I stared down at him on his knees, blood leaking from the gash beside his right eyebrow and a busted bottom lip. I saw his lips part, And he spoke. .
"So, you're gonna kill me. Is that right?" He asked emotionless, squinting his eyes as if trying to read me. I gripped my pistol tighter, accompanying my left hand with my right. I did not answer.
He exhaled silently, wiping the blood from his mouth, not taking his eyes from me. "Do you love me?" He asked above a whisper, causing chills to rush through my body. My mouth began trembling once again as a single tear slid down the soft of my left cheek. "Stop it." I begged. He was breaking me down and I'm sure he knew it. He looked into the barrel of the Beretta then back at me. "I guess this is how it ends." I stood silent as he spoke again. I couldn't let him talk me out of this. This was my mission and as far as I knew, he couldn't be trusted. "I love you, Black Widow." He addressed me by my codename. Tears began streaming down my face, as I backed away slowly shaking my head. "I'm sorry..." I mouthed, unable to speak. I knew that if I was gonna go through with it, I was gonna have to do it right then and there. I couldn't take it much longer. My index finger grew heavier against the trigger, before I blacked out.
All I ever wanted was just to live. Live a regular life, like a regular girl and be loved. But, growing up, being trained to kill. .no such thing existed. I was just the 'Perfect Assassin.'