Shattered mirrors

His whispers
crawled soflty through the thin air,
as he called on to me,
beckoning me to come closer,
nearer to him,and away from myself.
I walked slowly towards his extended palms,
I felt the tear break through the rims of my eyes,
as I extended my hands towards his. His palms which moments ago were empty now wielded gun,
and so was mine.
I pulled the trigger as the bullet tore through the mirror and pierced into his heart.
His once white shirt was now being encased in red but i felt the most pain.
I looked down at my shirt as i felt my blood gushing through.
His eyes went dark and so did mine,
as we both fell into the cold ground.