"Stop it!" yell you look at me with tears in your eyes. And I see what I've done, but it's too late. "Stop it, you're lying," you screech and the tears run over, run down your tender cheeks, collect on your little chin and drops on the parquet floor. I look at you and my heart tears, not just once, no a thousand times and I know that it would never heal again. But you are more important to me, so I'll keep going. "Ha, do you really think I would have volunteered with you. Of course it was nothing more than a bet." I see the pain plague your body, see the fear in your eyes.

"No, you're lying, no, that can't be," you whisper like a mantra and try to make this a dream. It took all of my strength to look you in the eye and smile. It kills me to do this, but you deserve better. Not me, the dealer next door who neither has a perspective nor can assert himself in this life. I can't make it, look down, see the flash of hope in your eyes.
I'm clinging to one last sentence, I never wanted it to come to that, but I had to do this. It was my duty to protect you, even if it was before me. I gather my last strength and look at you. "That between us is nothing more than an illusion, we can't be together, you know that, so let's end it. I don't want to be bored with you any longer." I see something in your eyes die and they become empty. My heart stops beating, there is terrible pressure on my lungs, then I turn and leave.

With every step I take away from you, it feels like I'm dying. Somebody once said small deaths are what make life. For me they destroyed it and I closed the front door behind me, I left once and for all and I wouldn't come back. I got on my motorcycle, started the engine, and drove off. Ignored my bleeding heart to have done at least one good deed. I drove on to the end of the street, grabbed my backpack and ran towards the men. A last smile fell on my lips. "Hey guys," I call and toss the backpack to them. They grin, I see one of them pull the gun and I know my last second has struck.

I close my eyes and see you before my eyes. My beautiful angel and I know that you will always love me. A tear leaves my eye, runs down my cheek, drips to the floor. I hear the shot, feel the pain as the bullet penetrates my flesh. I fall backwards on the asphalt. My thumb presses the red button. "1," I whisper with my last strength, a two also leaves my lips. The three of them are drowned in the deafening noise when my backpack explodes.I didn't feel the heat anymore, instead I see you smiling at me and I hear your whisper. “Everything is fine.” And I know it is. I see the bright light in front of me, feel the warmth it radiates and walk towards it. See my parents and my sisters on the other side. I smile and it seems right to me for the first time. My mother hugs me, my father squeezes my arm, my sisters take care of me. I am dearest to them.

I wait for you, my little angel, I will wait for you forever and watch over you until then. Because you should never experience what I had experienced. I close my eyes again, see you in front of me and whisper: "Life ends, but love goes on, because where life ends, love begins."

She cries when she sees the obituary, her gaze is on the one picture that shows two people in love sitting in a meadow and for once he smiled. She looked up at the sky, clasped her hands and prayed, for the first time since she lost her belief in the world, she prayed for all who mattered to her. A shooting star falls from the sky and with it a dream and a tear.

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