He was face to face with the man; today was either his birthday or his death day.The expected end that he never wanted to happen.The sound of a film machine hidden somewhere hummed in the silence.The man pulled out the gun from his waist and fired without hesitation.The director slowly collapsed to the ground.His love, his sweetheart, flashed through his mind, and he lost consciousness.His long eyelashes closed, perhaps never to open again.The film is over, Director. The man watched his work with admiration and rejoiced.The result was even better than he had anticipated."Well done!" he said to himself, quickly turning the gun over his heart.Everything had happened in the blink of an eye; fate had acted faster than time.