There's Only So Much a Man Can Take
It started with a few insults, than came malicious attacks of ones character. The two trapped in a war of words. He was sick of it, which was clear as he walked down the empty halls, gripping the cool metal in his right hand, making his way to the tall blonde's office. He doesn't bother knocking once he gets there, it wouldn't make a difference considering his plans, plus kindness was never a big factor in their relationship. She looks up from her journal when she hears the door open, their eyes meet, cold and emotionless.
"It shouldn't have been like this" he whispers, never breaking eye contact
"You won't do it, you don't have the guts" she says, spitting her venom as if she were still in control of the situation.
"Don't have the guts? I don't have the guts!" he raises the 9mm handgun swiftly, pointing it directly at her, "I have more guts then you think" he tells her.
She was clearly nervous, tension filled the room. Her gaze rested on the gun.
"It's time for you to feel every bit of pain you've caused me over the years" he says, clenching his jaw in anger.
"Do it then" she says quietly
Without another word he squeezes the trigger, the bullet ripping through the car quickly, entering her directly above the eyes, her blood splattering across various documents and pictures that rested on the desk in front of her.
"It never should have ended like this, this isn't what I wanted" he says before leaving the room. He quietly shuts the door to the office and looks around than puts the gun to his head.
"I'm sorry" he whispers than squeezes.
BANG!
His body falls to the ground, blood pulling beneath him, the gun loosely in his right hand, in the left, a note that read:
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free