The bullet slammed into me, then. I couldn't see. Pain sparked behind my eyes and I couldn't see.

I'm dying, I knew. I'm dying, because of a bullet that was not meant for me.

The person that I had protected looked at me.

"Why?" they said. Their face swam out of focus and I tried not to faint. I tried to look them in the eye.

"Because I love you."

The End

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