"Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street...."
It had all been a lie, hadn't it?
Lips curled in disgust as stormy grey eyes rested upon the ever-familiar figure of who she thought she had known, strolling across the road with easy confidence. She remembered....their first meeting several years ago when the both of them met at an international conference in the city due to her job. He had gotten past her wariness, her guard - though it hadn't been easy as she was a jaded person because of her past - but now, even more so...
The warmth of his smile, the security she had found in his arms, his unconditional love and support -
It had all been a game to him.
He was with a woman now - an attractive brunette - petite but curvy in a skirt and polo shirt.
They were talking, close together; his arm slipping around her waist.
"A new notch in your belt is all I'll ever be..."
Her fists clenched in remembrance of the day she had found him in bed with another woman. It had been a week after they had gotten engaged. He had proposed to her in an expensive restaurant during their four-year anniversary. It had been an amazing evening - full of laughter and smiles as they talked about their future - together. How many kids they would have, who would they invite for their wedding...
But it all shattered.
She had managed to finish her work early that day. Pleased with herself, she hummed a tune and treated herself to a good cup of coffee at a cafe down the road and texted her fiance - a grin couldn't resist itself as it spread across her face and a happy sigh escaped her - that she would be back soon, that she had finished work early.
How naive she had been...
Behind her, the radio played...
"And now I see..."
Reaching their shared apartment in the early evening, she found another pair of feminine-looking shoes...that were not hers. Stiffening, she slowly walked to the bedroom - praying, hoping that it wasn't so -
But she was wrong.
Him. And another woman. Who was not her.
Unclenching her fists as she returned to the present and her eyes focused - they were still there, but kissing now. Her lips curled into a smirk, then - a beautiful, deadly smirk.
Because, raising the weapon - and taking aim, she shot.
Him.
And now, watching him fall to the ground, a pool of blood smearing the pavement on the cold, cold snow - as the petite woman screamed in terror...
Five words escaped her.
"I knew you were trouble..."