A/N The only thing you really need to know is that the last two paragraphs are alternate endings. You can pick whichever one you like best.

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BANG!
Clatter.
Crack!

BANG!
Her finger pulled the trigger. The gun went off. And Andrew fell to the ground. It seemed like it was in slow motion. He tried to move out of the way, and then was suddenly pushed back, into my arms as the bullet hit him. It hit him in the chest. But not right where his heart was.

Clatter.
I held him in my arms and eased him to the ground. I faintly heard her gun fall to the rough pavement in front of me. It skidded over to my side. I took a quick second to glance up away from my love, to see Kara's face. Her eyes were wide open. Wider than I'd ever seen anyone's. Her mouth hung open. Not wide open. Just dropped. Her whole body was shaking quite badly. Her hands, which had recently been holding the gun, shook the worst. She just stared at Andrew, unblinking. I stared at him too.

Crack!
I could see Kara's knee's fall before me. I remember vaguely thinking, that it must have hurt her knees a lot to hit the ground, with such a crack. I wasn't surprised when she was found out to have broken one of her kneecaps. Her hands came to rest in front of her, if you could call it resting. Even thought they were stationed against the ground, they shook just as much as they had before. I looked at her again. She was still staring at Andrew. I remember wondering if she had blinked at all. But I didn't want to spend time thinking about her. I wanted to spend time thinking about Andrew.
Was he going to die? Had Kara killed him? The one person I thought I had loved? His strained face moved, as he groaned. He opened his eyes. And mine opened wide as well.
"Jessica."
"Yes? Yes? You're going to be just fine. Don't worry about it. You're going to be okay." I kept talking in that manner. I don't even remember what I said. I was just trying to comfort him. But I know I was really trying to comfort myself. He coughed.
"Jessica."
"Yes? What is it?"
"I love you." At that I burst into tears. The one thing I couldn't tell him. I didn't love him. He coughed again and closed his eyes.

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"I just had to let you know that." He coughed again. And that was the last thing I heard from him. I hadn't said anything. And it was the most selfish thing I could possibly have done. To not even let him have those last words, those last words that would have given him some happiness, in his last few seconds.

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"I love you too." I had swallowed my pride. I let him hear the words that were not true. They may have been if we had had just a little more time. But at that time, I didn't love him. I would tell him a lie and let it be the last thing he hears. And it was the most selfish thing I could have possibly done. To lie to him in his last few seconds, just so that I wouldn't have to live with the guilt of not telling him.