It's over. These past few months I've been playing a glorious game, destined to end in tragedy. How could I have known, that time ago, when this assignment was offered to me, that I'd fall in love with the man I was sent to destroy. A man I was supposed to hate. I kept near his side, followed him, pretended I wanted to be his friend, when, in reality, I was betraying him while harboring deep-seeded lust. And for a few moments that seemed to take up my entire existence, he seemed to requite these feelings, with a glance or a touch or simply leaning a bit too close. These moments were both the greatest in my life, and the worst, for I knew we could never share a love, not when I was about to carry out a plan that was designed to rip him apart. I indulged the notion of leaving, of abandoning the job I was sent to do. And still I would had to have left him, but at least I would spare him great pain. But these thoughts were dropped, because of the consequences of defying my employers, the awful death that would bring. But now as it has ended, I realize, that hurting the one that I care for has brought me to a much worse fate.