This was a little something that popped into my head. Part of me thinks that it wants to be something more, but maybe not.
“Shh.” The gunman caressed his victim’s face. “Shh. It’ll be over soon.”
“But…but…” the victim blubbered. “This isn’t supposed to happen to me. I’m a good person.”
The gunman smiled. “We’re all good people.”
He pulled the trigger.