I ripped out a gun and pointed it straight at that monster. That monster that killed my wife. Tears well in my eyes and my body began to sweat from the anger. He started to cry. Unsure of what to do, he stayed motionless. My beloved was dead at this man's hands. I could find no reason to forgive this creature.
I pulled the trigger.
The crying stopped. A small puddle of crimson blood pored from his cold dead body. If only he would have spoken, given me some reason to spare his life.
But how could he?
He was only born 3 minutes ago.
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