Based on this comic: .com/art/BANG-294222172 Obviously this was the best thing to write on my birthday.
That was it. He destroyed everything. No more trees, no more friends, no more family, no more Lorax. Even Melvin left. He was sorry, so sorry. He had to do something to repent. He had to earn their forgiveness. He sluggishly headed back to his house. He was running on auto. He looked out over the blackened landscaped. The land was scarred, almost as if the life had been burned away, "What have I done?" There was only one option now. He walked over to his drawer and opened it shakily. Yes, the only option. He picked up the pistol and walked back to the window. He stared in silence, building his resolve. He picked up the gun slowly and set it against his head, sending out a final soft plea, "Please forgive me…" He pulled the trigger.