"Where's one place in this world that you wish to visit before you die?" He whisperd in my ear while an arm wrapped around my waist. An uneven breath exits my body while my eyesight becomes blurred from the tears in my eyes.

The blood that covered my hands was not mine, it was 'love's ink', he claimed. His arm tightened around me and I could feel our bodies press together. Finally I mumbled the answer to his question out in a faint, almost non-existent voice, "Rio De Janeiro..." 

A dark chuckle then echoed through my ear and I felt the tip of his gun press against my temple. "You'll never make it there," following his words, a loud gun shot was fired and everything went black.