"Okay, seriously, cut it out—" [i]Zach said, before another punch shut his mouth. Finally, Theta pressed the barrel of the pistol to Zach's chest just like he had done to her the night before, her bright green eyes filled with anger and dislike. Zach sighed, accepting death; he never did anything useful with his short life, anyways, most disliked him, and finally, he would be killed for trying to be the good guy. His bright blue eyes gazed into Theta's green ones, their eyes locking together for a brief moment, and the corners of Zach's lips turned up in a genuine smile.[/i] "Any final words?" [i]Theta asked, kind enough to deliver the man's last words, unlike he was to her. But the man simply shook his head—he never grew close enough to anybody to have anything to tell anybody. And so, his last words were only one:[/i] "Farewell." [i]The trigger of the pistol was pulled, and the resounding gunshot echoed through the mountains as blood stained Zach's white shirt, his blue eyes now lifeless, his heart having stopped.[/i]