The killing sapphire

I had met her once at a gathering and they sat us close to each other. We chated during the whole dinner party and I liked getting to know her. But after that event, life happened. We were both far away from home and we had jobs and responsabilities. Her image never really crossed my mind again. It was like my brain had autonomously decided to erase her.

    But now, looking at her after almost six months, I couldn’t stop wondering how could I’ve never noticed those piercing blue eyes before? How could I have missed that blue cosmos? I couldn’t stop staring at them. The gaze she gave me was so penetrating it almost hurt. Two trapped oceans right behind her eyebrows. A sparkling mesmerizing sapphire of nonsense.

    I was standing in a power positition and she was down on her knees right in front of me. I could tell she was afraid, almost terrified. She was breathing heavily and was about to cry. I would be too. My shoulder and elbow were hurting from the weight of the Glock I had pointed at the front of her head.

    And even thought she was scared and this was a death row situtation, I could only see her beauty. I was about to execute a woman for the first time. A stunning woman. Sure she was a bit too skinny, but her features were effortless. Her charm couldn’t be fabricated and I don’t know what else she could have been if not a movie star; a femme fatale. I was in awe.

    I shouldn’t be having those type of thoughts while she was having her final ones. She was probably envisioning random flashes of her life while looking at the tip of the pistol. And I was being selfish. I was delaying it. I had to end it as soon as possible. 

    So I finally found the proper amount of courage. I gripped the gun hard, my finger tense on the trigger. I pointed it right between those eyes and I looked at them for the last time. I saw a tear run down her face and I slightly smiled. I was ready for the killing. I aimed and lined up the perfect position. This shot was about to be flawless.

    Then the director yelled cut!. The production team stepped out of their positions and started discussing technical procedures. I finally droped the gun down and handed it over to the lady who was responsible for the prop weapons. Those agonizing blue eyes got up and smiled at me. I smiled back. “Are you okay?”, “Yes, of course”. She went to the make up retouches. In the next sequence she kicked me right in the nuts. It’s a good thing I got to use a codpiece.