And my Word count says 100, so people who like to criticize me on not keeping words count... get lost.
Her life was a quest for the click, the perfect moment.
Her life was listening.
His life was watching.
Observing the days passing by, nothing perfect about it.
She walked with heroes, he walked alone, and for the short, dear time they walked together and it was near perfection.
And then she found her click, her warm blood pumping away, her hands getting cold.
He listened to her breath diminishing and watched her life fading.
Her body was shaking with the clicks, the perfection lost.
Moment was gone. His whole life was gone.
Finger on the trigger.
Finding the click.