Beautiful Assassin

He watches me down the scope of his rifle, and it's terrifying and exhilarating, not knowing when he'll squeeze the trigger.

If he'll squeeze the trigger.

Maybe I'll die tonight...

...maybe I'll die next week.

It's a sick and twisted game, but it's ours. And just when I think our story ends at a distance, he comes in close, thrusting himself into my life.

We are at war, he and I, and eventually, he'll have to kill me.

If he doesn't, someone else will.