As she wrapped her arms around me and begged me to do it, I realized what had to be done. Her sobbing was heartbreaking.
“It was never supposed to be like this,” she said through tears, her breathing broken and staggered.
“But there was no other choice.” I finally said in a whisper. I cocked the gun and put it to her head. “I love you, Blair,” I said with a quivering voice.She held me tighter, and wrapped her hand around mine on the revolver. She squeezed my hand and pulled the trigger. My ears rang violently as I felt her grip go limp.