With the gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power that came with the coldness of the metal against the warmth of my skin. With just a single twitch of my finger, I could send a bullet flying straight into his brain. If it had been anyone else behind that barrel of the gun, I would have done it but staring at the man before me, I knew I had become paralyzed. The man before me was just not anyone. He was the man I loved. He saved me. He awoken me. Killing him would be the last thing I wanted to do.