Romeo and Juliet w/ a twist

The gun, though cold in my hand was hers. I pried it from his dead fingers. His eyes, the shade of black. His skin, pale as the moon. His lips, flushed pink. His body, was limpless. Blood drained out of his body while a vicious smile tugged at my lips Happiness creeping into my life knowing I had murdered Him. Fore he took what was once hers. I turned the gun around, ran my fingers across her initals, as memories of my dead mother, ran through my head and I turned the gun around, the barrel facing my chest, and pulled the trigger. Black was the last color I saw, just like his eyes. As I fell onto the cold, concrete floor. My body, lifeless. As I joined my lover in a Twisted Reality.