Falling for the Bullet

Falling for the Bullet

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I'm standing behind him as he gazes out the window with a heavy heart. I see a tear roll down his soft cheek, the cheek I kissed so many times before. He's plagued with what he's done. He knows he guilty and so do I. Before I know what my hands are doing, I feel the hard, cold metal against my sweaty palm. I cock the gun, the bullet falling into place. I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head away. I can't bear to see his beautiful body not see another day. In one swift movement, my index finger is pressed against the trigger. I whisper, "I'm sorry." Once the gun is aimed, I squeeze the trigger before he can turn around and change my mind with the sorrow in his eyes. I watch as his body crumples to the cold floor in reaction to the bullet piercing his heart. My feet turn and walk away as my whole being burns from the pain and the memories fade away.
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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