Night thinks as he stares at the gun.
He thinks of the pain of knowing she is gone.
He thinks of how he held her until all the warmth had left her body.
He thinks of how the blood on her skin looked like rubies in the snow.
He feels the weight of the gun in his hand.
He thinks of how he was dragged away from her without the willpower to fight.
He thinks of how he hates himself for not being angry; for just being empty.
He watches the barrel glint in the moon light.
He thinks of her.
Only her.
He feels the cool metal against his temple.
He thinks of trying to live without her.
He whispers her name as he pulls the trigger.
A/N
So that's it. That's the end. Feel free to slaughter me in the comments. I hope you enjoyed my story.
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