Fleeting Epiphany

"Do me a favour and kill me." "No." ~ All she wanted was to die at the hands of someone else's, anyone's but her own. Whether it was on accident or intentional, it didn't matter. No matter how many times she asked for death like beggars asking for money, people would do the exact opposite, taking it as a joke. Never would she commit suicide, that was something she would never do to herself. Instead, she would let someone kill her. She wasn't suicidal, she never hurt herself on purpose. It was only... If she had the chance to be killed by someone, she would welcome it with open arms. But... Why did he always reject her even after she tried everything she could to make him kill her? It was such a simple task to execute; just aim the gun at her head and pull the trigger and then... BANG! Her = Dead.