tatessuicide
His shaky hand wrapped around the trigger, pointing to his head. I opened the door and my heart stopped , he looked at me, his eyes filled with sadness, and exhaled slowly. I ran to him and threw myself onto the floor with him grabbing the revolver before he had a chance to pull the trigger. He shouts at me, but I wrap my hands around him and pull him into me as he begins to led tears fall to my shoulder. One even escaped my eyes as well. "Dont cry for me, Violet." He is my priority, and I will take care of him.