“I love you!

“Don’t!”

“Why?”

“I’m dangerous. I’m a killer. And my mission is to kill you.”

“You can’t do that mission.”

“Why?”

“I’m still alive. If you can kill me, you would have done it already.”

“Do not provoke me. I can do it you know. I can do it now.”

“But you won’t.”

“Huh.”

“Because you are in love with me too.”

He was silent.

“You are in love with me, Tom. I can see it. I can feel it.”

“Assassins know nothing about love. We are only here to kill. We are not allowed to attach ourselves to
people. We could not let our missions be thwarted by our emotions. It is weakness for people like me.”

“You’re not weak, Tom. Falling in love is not a weakness. Denying it is.”

“You have no idea what you are talking about Anna. Even if I was just an ordinary guy, I would think
you’re crazy saying these things.”

“I love you, Tom.”

“You can’t love me.”

“But I do, Tom. I do.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. Crying was always linked with begging, at least for me.

“I should have killed you already.”

“Why? So you won’t have to deal with this crap.”

“No. So I don’t have to think about the ways to tell you I love you too.”

He lowered his face. Slowly, with my heart beating crazy, Tom kissed me. His lips were just an inch from
mine when I heard the bang. Loud and earsplitting, it took my kisser’s life even before our lips touched.