A Moment of Love.

I'm positive the sound of me swallowing is audible.

Contrary to the excited beat of my heart, i offer a shaky smile. I'm nervous. The cool muzzle is pushed harder against my now sweaty forehead. The stifling silence brings everything into focus.

Like his trembling hold and the sheen of sweat on the grip. He keeps shuffling in place and i feel a rush of familiarity. My fingers can't stop tapping against my thigh. He focuses on that movement and frowns as if it offends him that both of us are on edge. First date jitters. I blush.

Our flighty stares slam into place and it happens. For the first time, we make eye contact and i seem to lose my ability to breathe. "Your eyes are unremarkable..,"i manage to strangle out.

"W-what?"

"Like mud."

"Bitch!" The gun stays in place.

"You didn't comb your hair today." I frown."You...you smell,too. Is that whiskey?!" My eyes narrow as they focus on his clothes. "You've worn this twi-""Shut up!"

We both look at the ground. I kick at a candy wrapper. He brings the gun down to my chest and presses it firmly there, then proceeds to mumble something inaudible.

"Beg pardon?" "My wife left me." I know. He must know I know by now.

"Ungrateful bitch."

It's the first smile he's had today and warmth courses through my veins. Mine.

"Why are you following me?"

I take my time. He needs to understand properly or else I'll end up with a bullet where it matters most.

"I...I'm not your wife."

His posture stiffens and his gaze becomes electric. I hold back a shudder and close my eyes. I don't need to see his expression as he decides I'm not perfect for him.

125 seconds. 

I open my eyes. He's gone.

I sit and wait. We'll be just fine.