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Everything seemed to flash by quickly. And before they could realize what was happening, Ivan knelt down before Till, wearing a surprised expression. Like he couldn't believe what was happening either. A trembling hand went to clutch at his chest, face twisting with pain, as his knees gave way beneath him. A lovely shade of crimson stained Ivan's clean shirt in agonizing slowness.
The man before him just watched it all happen. Hand subconsciously tightening around the pistol.
The room was silent. Too silent. Only the labored and heavy breathing from the kneeling man was heard. The kneeling man slightly raised his head to look up at Till. Vision getting blurrier and foggier with each passing second. A bitter but genuine smile slowly curving his lips as blood immediately stained them red, too. One drop flowing down under his chin. Then he spoke, a hoarse voice filled with emotion -emotions that he couldn't name- and low, almost inaudible if the place wasnt too silent.
"Thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions.. Till."
And then a sickening thud. A life taken away by the cruel hands of twisted love. And dull eyes that were filled with unshed tears.
Silence. The whole place was silent now that the only sound was gone. Too silent.
Till remained still at where he stood, looking down at the pool of blood threatening to stain his shoes. And for a split second, there was a small twitch on Till's lips attempting to purse into a thin straight line that could be seen if one looked at his way. Maybe out of disgust. Or maybe out of something wholly different. An emotion he didnt know.
Then there was nothing, just the unimpressed facade returning back into place as he turned around and made his way out. Out of all this.
Steps heavy and slow and loud. Loud in the silent room. Loud enough to draw attention back to himself.
Even as he reached the door, he couldnt shake off the feeling that something was amiss. Like forgetting something important behind. Like a confession forgotten to be spoken. Like a heart forgotten to be requieted. Like something that weighed heavy and made each step heavier.
Then an ear-scratching noise as the door closed behind the cold-blooded 'killer'.