Willow

I don't quite know how I could've managed to stay awake that night around three almost four in the morning.
In pain, thinking that I had nothing left in the world for me. All what was left, everything was finally written. I gazed at my final sunset as I reached in the bag and grabbed the gun. No hope no second thoughts. It was just the barrel and I. Pain with no remorse. Death with no tragedy. Sleep with no harmony. I closed my eyes and let sounds take action along with doing the rest for me.