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That Day Still Lives On

I sat down.

I heard that fateful shot.

That one shot.

That killed them.

I sat up, and grabbed my gun.

I walked to the place where I had shot them, and shot.

I shot into a window of a house.

I heard screams.

I shot again.

And again.

Until I collapsed.

I remember one thing.

A man running at me with a gun.

He shot at me.

I never knew who he was.

He would hate me for the rest of his life.

I killed his sons.

His only sons.

And I shot them.

He would never forgive me.

I would never forgive myself.