January 15, 2024
2:09 PM
Flint, Michigan
Xavier had been sitting down, propped up on his own grave. He had sat there for the past 6 hours. He didn't have much else to do. He exhaled.
"What do you guys think?" Xavier asked.
He opened his suit jacket and pulled out his P30L. He lifted it up and put it against his head.
"Should I do it?" Xavier asked the graves beside him.
He sat for a moment. He thought about everything that had led to this moment. He waited for an answer as if the graves were able to talk. Possibly they were. Maybe a red cardinal would appear and be a messenger. Xavier didn't know. He only knew that he was leaning toward one side, and that was to blow his own brains out right in front of his parents' and his friend's grave. He brushed his finger against the trigger. But, something happened.
A gust of wind flew by, bringing leaves with it. Xavier took this as an answer, protest from parents. He immediately put the gun down. He took the magazine out of it. He threw it down.
"You're right." He spoke; "You're right."
He stood up and patted his mom and dad's grave.
"Sorry for even thinking about that." Xavier apologized.
He softly sobbed as he finally put his gun back in his suit jacket and walked off into the distance.
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