[ WP ] You and your loved one are shown a vision of the future , but in it , you both see the other person killing you .

I met the love of my life on a Thursday. It's not much of a love story, to tell you the truth. I was drunk, and my friends had bailed on me. Typical. After they left, I stumbled out onto the street, convinced that yeah, I'd be perfectly fine to drive. 
 
 I tripped on my own shoe and tumbled to the ground. On my way down, my flailing arm caught the strap of this girl's purse. We both tumbled to the ground, and once she realized that I was n't a thief, just a drunken idiot, she found the whole thing completely hilarious. And so, thinking I had an in, I hit on her. Poorly. 
 
 She shut me down hard that night. But, she took pity on this drunken fool. She gave me a lift home. I asked for her number, saying I'd like tho thank her later... and she gave it to me! Completely unexpected. 
 
 Anyway, the next day, I called her, and apologized profusely for myself. She just laughed. I went ahead and took a shot, and asked her out. 
 
 `` Sure.'' 
 
 For our first date, I took her to this rinky-dink carnival. It was n't anything special, but we had a blast. She agreed to let me take her out again. 
 
 Fast forward a year: the carnival came back to town. We decided that it would be the perfect place to celebrate our anniversary. God, we were so in love. I was convinced... thoroughly... that she was the one. So, I planned to ask her, there at the carnival, to marry me. 
 
 It was going to be this super cheesy thing, too. We'd be at the top of the Ferris wheel, looking out on the town, and she'd lay her head on my shoulder, and I'd throw out some corny-as-hell line before I showed her the ring. 
 
 On our way over to the wheel, though, a small booth caught her eye. Some carney claiming to be a psychic. 
 
 `` Let's get our fortunes read!'' she yelled. `` It looks like so much fun.'' 
 
 I could never say no to that smile. 
 
 The medium was an older gentleman. He was missing an eye, and had a few animals around his little tent. A couple birds perched above him, a couple dogs at his feet. Although I have to say those dogs looked bigger and meaner than any I'd ever seen. 
 
 When we sat down, he warned us: `` What I show you may not be pleasant.'' 
 
 We both smiled, and said that was fine. Who believes in psychics anyway? 
 
 The man sighed. `` I gave you your warning. Do n't blame me for what happens next.'' 
 
 What followed broke my heart. 
 
 There was a vision, forced into my head, or so it seemed. It was terrible. Years of fighting. Of bitterness. Yelling about the money, or the kids, or just for the sake of it. Anger over an ex visiting town. Or the man she'd cheat on me with. The woman... no, women... I'd cheat on her with. 
 
 Every nasty word, every future indiscretion came flooding into my head. I could n't keep it out. And in the end... in the end, her killing me in my sleep. Smothering me with a pillow. But not just that. I saw every moment she could possibly kill me, all the way back to her angrily shoving me off the top of the Ferris wheel, this very night. 
 
 I hoped it was n't real. But when the vision cleared, and I saw the look on her face, I knew she'd seen something similar. We were both shaken. Suddenly, I did n't feel I could trust this woman I was on the verge of proposing to. Suddenly, my life seemed to be in danger. 
 
 And she said it'd be silly to bring my gun to the fair.
