Killing in The Name Of (His End)

He really shouldn't have hurt me. Though it's not like he didn't ask for this, constantly scaring me with the talk of an end to him. Not caring that he made me want to end myself. Everything has an outcome and this one was his end.
I remembered not to go and get attached. I just went to his house and did what we always did. watched tv, played video games and talked. I told him I wasn't hungry so he didn't use the oven or anything.
I personally couldn't smell the gas nor could he. But I knew it was there.
He also told me of all his family's plans for the day. I held back a smirk as he said his father may be getting promoted, his mother won a prize and his brother got invited to one of the greatest parties in town.
Little did he know it was all me. Little did he know my intentions.
As I went to go I ensured to leave my lighter on the desk where he always sits. I said bye but he insisted on a hug. The strange feeling it gave me, something was up.
I went and walked to the bus stop but rather sat on the bench in front of the church and waited fifteen minutes as the sun set before calling him.
I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. He seemed happy I called, I told him that I had left my lighter there and was considering coming back for it. He said he was just upstairs but would go down in a second. He seemed happy at the thought of me returning and said that he felt something different. He said that he felt amazing when with me. I heard him walk downstairs and into his room. He continued ranting on about this new world of feelings for me. He said to me "I think I love you" right as I heard the lighter click, and  then felt and watched the explosion.

As shrapnel flew through the air, a large chunk hit the cross on the top of the building sending the cross torpedoing towards the ground and myself. As it abruptly impaled itself into the ground in an upright satanic pose I ended the call and said to myself "It's better to know then think."