She lowers the gun. The man she loves gets desperate. Begging for kindness. For her to save him, before they come. Her eyes are closed to him, like a trunk: He can't tell what's inside. He hopes he knows. That she can save him, from the inevitability of his life.
"Look at me, Sarah. It's got to be you. You loved me... You love me. It's over. Look at me. Look at me."
She does. She looks, and she sees him. He stops shifting shapes, and becomes one thing again. A very small man, after all. Even in the dark, afterburn images whirling, she can see him. And oh, it is dark. It isn't raining this time, but it's dark.
And he is sick, and suffering.
JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps The Killing, Pretty Little Liars, Ray Donovan, Mistresses, and True Blood for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, Twitter, and Facebook, as well as a regular column for Tor.com, Geek Love.