Both were held at the gun point, but only one was supposed to die.
Asked the bad man, "So, who will forbid this world, today, a goodbye?"
"Shoot me", said the guy.
"Yes, kill him" said she while looking straight into his eyes.
Soon, the guy met his death.
His soul embarked its journey to heaven, leaving her to rot in hell.
Was he wrong all those times, when he thought he was her heart beat & breath?
To seek the answer, his restless soul went to her dwell.
He questioned "Why did you break the tradition of love?
Didn't our memories flash before your eyes when you took my name?
Instead of bullets, your words made me a mourning dove.
I need an answer, for my soul can no longer play this game."
She answered "Going by the tradition of love, one cannot let their beloved suffer at any time.
In the matter of life & death, mourners are the one who is left behind.
That bullet killed you once, but our memories will tear my heart apart every time.
So in this game, only the body was yours, but the soul was mine."