A Choice To Move On

"I thought you knew me!" Her once warm eyes now as cold as the stone beneath our feet. "I thought you loved me!"
"I thought I did too." I whispered. But I didn't recognize this creature before me that wore her face. The one who wanted me to kill the man tied to the chair in front of us. If she knew me at all, she would know that I never had any intention of killing the man who'd tormented me all my years I'd been a slave to him. I would not be like him. "I can't kill him."
"Yes you can! If you love me you will!" She screeched.
"If you love me at all you won't make me!"
Her eyes blazed, the knife in her hand coming up. "Coward."
"No."
"You're a coward, I give you the man who ruined your life! Who took away six years of your life! You can take his life in return!"
"For what Cause?" I demanded. "Yes. I hate him. But I'm not a killer!" I backed away towards the door.
"Don't you dare leave." She hissed, stepping forward. "Do this! Finish the job!"
"No. It's over." I told her. "This. And us. I'm done." I dashed out the door, hearing the thunk of the knife on wood just behind me.
I ran into the night. Heart breaking even as it raced with adrenaline, hearing her howl my name into the night. What had I just nearly gotten myself into??

-Inspiration from watching Daredevil Season 2