She looked at him, he looked away, choosing to focus on a spot just left of her shoulder. She blinked rapidly, trying hard to blink away the tears and not let them fall, to no avail. This is not how it was supposed to be. This is not the end, not yet. They had been through so much, yet nothing at all. It felt like they had lived through a lifetime, and yet it was only just beginning. Was this the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end?
She blinked again, her eyes blurred with vision as the tears welled up once more against her will. This time choosing not to fight them she wiped them away, and sniffed. A sound and motion he could not have missed. He moved slightly. Her grip tightened. He flinched. The thought of that made her smile, unbidden. With reckless abandon, knowing what was at stake, she laughed.
He clenched his teeth then, and she suddenly stopped. She knew what that meant. She tightened her grip again, though it was no longer possible and only caused the whitening of her knuckles and her nails dug deeper into her skin, drawing blood. She could hear the teeth grinding, and suddenly the horror of the situation and what she was about to do hit her. She couldn’t. Yet she knew she had to, her only way out. Escape.
She pulled the trigger. The sound of glass shattering echoed around the room, followed by a deafening silence. So profound that it grew with each passing moment. She missed her target. She panicked, feeling his breath on her neck. Shit!