My head banged.
They wouldn't stop.
I remembered the scene clearly.
Why was i having thoughts about putting a gun to my head and ending my life?
I didn't want to do it.
I needed you, you needed me.
How were you going to get out.
I tried to fight the urges but when i saw the gun.
Sitting right there.
Loaded.
I couldn't stop myself from picking it up and admiring it.
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Short Story"I didn't want to watch you from afar, but nothing is really my choice now and days."
