"I'd do it if I had the chance," I retorted, my tone laced with bitterness.
Derek seemed unfazed, pointing out, "With an empty gun?"
"Tell me why you didn't kill me that night," Derek demanded, probing for answers.
"You are my opponent. What would I accomplish at my first therapy session if I killed you?"
"Elena wants me to be a nice guy. She wants me to treat my paranoia disorder. That's what I was up to," I explained, maintaining a composed demeanor despite the intensity of Derek's presence.
"And also, if I killed you at that time, do you think Elena would cry for me? How could I miss the chance to be a good man to her if I killed you," I explained with a smirk.
If I had killed Derek that fateful night, I would have become the villain in Elena's story, losing any chance of winning her heart.
Derek, however, wasn't swayed. "You know what, I want to kill you right now," he declared, closing the distance between us.
