I pull the gun to my chest with her watching.
She caresses my shaking hands, and whispers, "Can I stop you?"
A tear treks down my face, "I don't think so."
She accepts my answer, "Okay. But you can stop you."
I shake my head, "I don't think so."
She opens her mouth to say something else, but I don't get to hear it. I pull the trigger instead.
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• love's child •
Short Storyand love had death, who in return made love proud sad short stories written by yours truly fanfic included, along with poetry/slam poetry disclaimer: i dont own any art used that i found from google or used for graphics unedited trigger warning, rea...
