Bullets Don?t Discriminate
How can a bullet know what it?s hitting? How can it be told where to go? It could hit a baby girl as easily as it could hit someone?s lover. The bullets fly in fast waves leaving streaks of silver in their wake. They pierce one?s chest, heart, and lungs. They loge their way not only into your body but into your very soul. A happy ending can never end with a bullet. Just as a bullet can never bring a happy ending. All must die, but why mush some die in such a merciless way. If the bullet hits it target they may not die, but the pain will still live on inside them, the pain of the cold, lifeless, chuck of metal piercing their body. They must live with the nightmare of that instance forever. So why would someone fire a gun with the intention to kill? In self-defense? In rage or hate? Or as some may say out of love? No one can fire a bullet out of love. If a bullet is fired it has a reason. Some say that reason is love, I say no. No gun can be shot out of love. The bullet hit him. The bullet killed him. The bullet shot from love. No. No bullet can be shot with love. I tell myself this over and over, but is it true? Can a shot be fired with love or the intention of love? No, it?s not true. If the person who fired that shot had loved me, the shot would have never been fired. The shot hit my lover. The shot killed my lover. The shot could have killed me. The shot killed him instead. Bullets don?t discriminate.
1xR ? 292 words ? Death fic.
...GEEEZZ.....just suggesting that u might wanna try alternate pairings.... 
