Unforgetable

"Give me a good burial will ya?" She smiled laughing, tears now streaming down her face too. "Oh, and give me the gun."

Shock covered my face. She has to be joking right? I have to kill her. I can't give her the fucking gun 'cause if I do I will die and that just can't happen. I can't let that happen.

"Ok." She slowly walks over towards me then stops right in front of the gun grabbing it with her hands and facing it towards herself. With one hand she reaches out and grabs my hand then tells me, "Put it over top of my hand and we can pull the trigger together, okay?" Her face calm and relaxed as she gives me one last smile.

"If you don't pull the trigger I will pull it myself, Ra." She stated with a stirn face before closing her eyes and letting one tear drip down her face and off her chin.

"Don't leave me, Jo." I whispered.

She closes her hand tight around the handle then pushes her finger a little on the trigger and-

Pht!
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Definition of "Pht" : a sound of an air-pistol, or a pistol with silencer (definition from http://www.writtensound.com/index.php?term=weapon).
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