Guilty bullet

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12-3-23

I shape my hand into a gun, pointing it at my phone. It shakes as I'm about to pull the trigger.

Trigger of what? Trigger of something irreversible. The actions I take right now effect my future, and I'm not sure how they will. That's why my hand shakes.

I feel I have no right, for I have barely spoken. But at the same time I have, just in a unique way. So, should I do this?

What's my point? What's my goal?

I can't take the anxiousness anymore. My hand relaxes and my finger lightly taps the screen.

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