𝓣𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓷𝔂

The snow was cracking under my boots while I struggle to keep walking.Every step I did was a knife in my tired feet but every place I saw it never seems to be the perfect place...I could feel the cold metal in my pocket but I didn't dared to pull it out. I just need to find the a place but the only thing I see is only is an ocean of white. I was in an open field, vulnerable like a prey in the eyes of a predator. But this field seems abandoned,I couldn't see any mark made by a human steps or animals.I stopped lost in my tracks for a moment, then decided that's it. I pulled out my father's gun and directed it towards my head. I had no reason to head back. I closed my eyes and touched the trigger.What a good day to be dead.