two people one gun, the gun was ontop of a table, One with dark brown hair long, his eyes had dark brown and olive skin, while the other one has the same feautres just older...
"there could be only one of us jeiku.." says the older looking one
"ik" says the younger version
We both smiled weakely, knowing whats coming...
The younger one grabs the gun.
the sweet, the kind, the most abused, and the most damage
grab the gun, pointing the gun towards their head,
pulling the trigger.
A shot echoed in the distance.
The oldest looking one, staring at themelves emotionlessly,
they were now the most cruelest and sweetest at the same time, he sobbed and then takes the gun and points it to their head
"i lied... we were supposed to stay together" he said
He kills himself, with a bullet through the head.
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ONe shots
Fantasya little bit of ideas that may one day soon become stories just on hold
