The Crying Girl

I walked home late at night 
1:45 AM to be exact
I heard footsteps coming from the law offices 
Richmond and Associates 
I thought it odd that there was someone 
Another lost soul roaming the night
She approached me and smiled
"Hey handsome." she cooed
"Got a cigarette?"
I said, yes I do
I pulled out a Marlboro and she reached into her purse
In her hand was a sleek Baretta 
Aimed to the sky, then to my heart 
I said, what are you doing?
She offered no explanation 
But, then she suddenly broke down in tears
I took the gun from her hand
She simply apologized and fell to her knees
"I had to." she said. "I had to."
"You had to what?" I asked
"I shot him."
A shiver ran through me and I dared to ask
"Shot who?"
"My boyfriend. He's dead."
My blood ran cold and I shuddered
"Are you hurt?" I asked, trying to remain calm
"Yeah. I'm okay. I just need help."
"What do you need?"
"I need someone to help me move him."
"What?"
"I need someone to help me move his body."
I began to shake with fear
'What if I help this girl and I end up getting killed by her?'
I asked myself 
Since she gave me her gun, I relented
"Okay, let's go."
She led me to an alleyway 
In the distance I could see a form lying still
The place where she made her kill
As we looked upon this man, lifeless 
I asked, "Why?"
"You wouldn't understand." she said
"Try me."
After a long pause, she explained 
"He wanted a child."
My eyes widened
"A child?"
"Yeah, he wanted a baby. But, I said no. We argued. Things got outta hand. He slapped me and I reached for my gun in my purse and..."
She began crying
"Okay, okay." I said, "Take it easy."
She calmed down and looked into my eyes
"So, will you help me?"
"Yeah, okay." I relented 
After digging in near pitch black 
After many promises of redemption,
I heard the click of a gun
I turned around and saw the end..
of the instrument of my doom
"Christine, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. But, I just can't live with myself. And you can't either."
She pulled the trigger
Then turned the gun on herself 
But, here I am recovering in hospital 
I lived
I lived to tell of a love that was meant to be
A love that was tragic
It was heaven that ended in hellish tragedy 
She was my angel 
She was my assassin 
And she was my crying girl
And she saved my life