Dagger

His fingers wraps around the hilt, with a little more force with time. Sharpened knife edge, coated with poison, ready to strike. She points the gun straight at his heart, fingers feeble. His glowering eyes echoes unspoken words. Her knees goes weak. He mindlessly wields his dagger. In one swift motion, he stabs the dagger deep into her chest. He drops the dagger and runs. Wounded, she shoots herself to end all the pain.