I wonder about Smith, don't you?
If you're not okay, what do you do? If you want to die what do you do? If you have the gun in you're hand, what do you do?
Smith was ready to be gone. No one would have to know, but he didn't know that Gamma would care. He didn't know that Elwood would care, that even Wolfina would care. The room was dark, silent, and lonely. He was always lonely now.
His brief case was on the table; his jacket was on the floor. His hat was in his right hand. And glasses on his face, his shirt untucked and half unbuttoned because he simply didn't care anymore.
A tear fell down his cheek, but he didn't feel it, like everything. He didn't feel anything. He brought the gun up to his temple. His finger shook on the trigger.
"Don't."
The voice that shattered the silence shocked him. He dropped the gun and fell to his knees. He managed to choke out, "Gamma…I…" but no more. Smith buried his face in his hands but Gamma could hear the sobbing noises.
Gamma made his way over to his partner, his broken friend who put out a smiling face everyday. He wrapped his arms around Smith's torso and soon the trembling stopped.
More to come….maybe.