I looked him dead in the eye, and asked him, "Is this really what you want to do? Is this what has become of you?" Millions of thoughts running through my mind, so many questions. I didn't blink. We stared at each other for a minute but it seemed like hours. My stomach was churning, my head ached, my body felt weak but I didn't let it show. My eyes were cold showing no emotions, but I could see his eyes, he hadn't even done anything yet and they were full of regret. I knew him. I knew him better than he knew himself. After all he was my brother. I saw a tear in his eye and then, he pulled the trigger.