Click
We all laughed that day, the warm summer breeze blew through the trees and filled the air with its soft whisperings of love. We all smiled that day, on the cool green grass and the tall birch trees that sang with the wind. I always remember that click as the sweaty photographer caught us at the moment we kissed two husband's hand in hand. We were happy…
Then we weren't.
Click of the bathroom lock while you sobbed loudly in the shower because your brother didn't except us. Click of the pills rattling in the bottle. A full bottle of perception sleeping pills to prevent my insomnia from affecting my work. the final click of realization.
Clicking buttons as I dialed the three numbered emergency line, and the click and flash of the sweaty photographer capturing you one last time.
Click of the hammer on the gun, the cold barrel clicks against my teeth. My thumb brushes the captured moment when we Became one. The click of a trigger.
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An an empty barrel. Your last gift to me. The click of an open magazine and the rolled note with three final words
“I love you.”
