Under the moon
Under the moonlight, he looked even better than before. His facial features, normally hard, were now soft as we stared into each others eyes. I willed this moment never to end, to remain forever. This moment was perfect, escaping the watching eyes of the spectators, away from all the loud noise of obnoxious music.
“Marry me,” he whispered. I simply smiled, and nodded. Just as he was about to kiss me, I could see my sister running towards us. She was screaming something, but I couldn’t understand. Its only when I felt the coolness of metal against my side is when I heard her,
“Run, Amelia, run!”
But it was too late. The gun exploded, and as my eyes were about to close, I saw his once handsome smirk. And then there was only blackness.