Liam stood there, the weight of the syringe heavy in his hand, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions.
He should do it, he told himself.
He should take his revenge, make her pay for all the pain she had caused him.
But as he looked into Anastasia's eyes, so full of resignation and surrender, he found himself hesitating.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he stepped closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest.
She didn't flinch as he reached out, the syringe poised to strike.
Instead, she bared her neck to him, her expression one of quiet acceptance.
"It will take a while to do something," she said, her voice calm and steady. "Maybe a few minutes."
Liam's hand shook as he held the syringe to her neck, his fingers trembling with the weight of his decision.
He could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as he struggled to come to terms with what he was about to do.