I walked closer to her. " you know it's the best thing we can do..." She nodded slowly, understanding, but tears still streamed down her cheeks. He whole body shook as she sobbed. I put my free hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" She nodded and wiped her cheeks.
"Never better," her lip quivers. I look at my hand... More specifically what was in it. The wind blew around us. I had wrote on the gun, she had too, exactly the same: "Wasn't it obvious?" on the handle. I pulled and loaded the gun. She whimpers a little and does the same to her gun. I swallow. I raise it to the left side of her head. She rose hers and put it against the led side of my face. It was cold and hard. My finger shook, as it rested on the trigger. I looked her in the eyes. "Count down?"
She nodded and let out a few sobs. "Five."
The wind howled in our ears, almost begging us to stop, to drop the guns and keep living. We ignored the wind. "Four"
A car alarm is heard, but it's in the city, we were in the open field in the park. Knowing no one would find us here.
"Threeeee" she drags on.
The grass grabbed onto our ankles trying to hold us down on Earth, but who the hell wanted to stay here?
"Two." Everything blurred: I was crying. I clenched my jaw as the tears slid down my face. This was it, the end.
She looks me in the eye. "One" we said together with the bang of both guns. She fell to the ground, instantly, and the gun fell from her grasp. As the world blurred even more, I realized that the gunshot to my head wasn't the most painful thing that I had experienced in my life.
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My short stories
Short StoryI wrote some short stories out of enjoyment. None are connected in any way. Some are dark, others have suicidal actions and thoughts, a few deal with "break-ups".
