We had him back.

I had been worried about him, every day since we got that video of him.

It didn’t matter what we had to do to get him, because now we had him back.

Suddenly, one of the other men shot him.

He looked shocked at first, but his eyes glazed over as he fell to his knees.

I couldn’t control myself, losing all of the things I knew and had been taught.

I jumped out and started shooting left and right.

I got hit, left and right.

In my rage, I had become careless.

As I lay there, dying on the floor, I saw him get up.

Why was he getting up? I saw him die.

He got up and wiped the fake blood off of his back.

I tried to reach out to him, but he crushed my hand back down with his foot.

Pulling out a concealed gun, he put it against my temple, preparing to execute me himself.

“J-Jae... Wait.”

His beautiful face distorted into an evil smirk.

“Goodbye,Gukkie.”                          

He spit out my nickname, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Did he really hate me? Had he been disgusted with me the entire time?

In end, he decided to walk away, spitting on my bleeding body.

With my last bit of strength, I grabbed my forgotten gun, which was lying next to me.

He had underestimated the extent of my wounds.

He turned around when he heard the gun being readied to fire, realizing his mistake.

His facial expressions went from surprised to angry to pleading, asking me if I would really shoot him.

I pulled back my finger, pressing on the trigger.

With a smile on my face, I followed him to death.