Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach

A/N: The inspiration for this drabble came about during my Modes of Reasoning class while we were discussing about Kantianism, ethical reasoning and utilitarianism. Please note that there is no ending to this nor will I be making any. It's up to you to decide what happens. Thanks!

Shot in Sixty Seconds

Clasped tightly around the gun's pistol grip, her hands shake violently as she raises it to their heads.

For a moment, her eyes flicker between orange and white.

There's uncertainty in her eyes. She still hasn't made a choice.

A brother for a lover, or the other way around?

With sixty seconds left, she closes her eyes and whispers an apology.

She doesn't want to make this choice, but there's no other way.

Her finger pulls back and the trigger is pulled.

A shot is heard and all is quiet.

There is but one less person breathing in the room.