Count to six and die
Horatio was sitting in his... their... living room. The sun had just set and the room was getting dark. The whole room was a mess, but not as much as the man sitting on the floor. His hair was in disarray, his shirt and pants wrinkled, the former was pulled half way out from the latter. His jacket lay discarded somewhere on the floor. He sat there, in the middle of the room, on the floor, and just two things kept him company. A little to the left from him lay a, mostly empty, bottle of whiskey and on the right hand he had an old revolver. His grip on it was not as firm as usual when his hands were holding a gun, but loose, like he was deciding on something big.
He made up his mind and his grip turned firm and he entered the deadly game of Russian roulette.
"One"
He saw her face, smiling up at him. Her eyes were full of admiration and love. All for him.
click
"Two"
He remember how soft her lips were under his own. How she sighed happily when his arms were around her slim waist keeping her safe like a pair of wings.
click
"Three"
Electricity. Her touch was pure electricity. Their first touch had been like a lightning, starting from the tip of his toes and ending in the very place that he would not have wished it to end, at least not in public.
click
"Four"
Passion and movement. He remember the club and he remembered the dance. Tango, three minutes of passion and moving like a jungle cat ready to jump on its poor pray. Their movements had been completely in sync.
click
"Five"
He felt her touch on his skin. Burning, cooling, calming.
Tears in his eyes he pulled the trigger and...
click
"Six"
He remembered how she looked like in their wedding day. How happy she had been and how happy she had made him.
He lowered the gun, sighed and rose from the floor. He walked out of the room, but when he reached the door he turned around and whispered. "I miss you my love, but I'll survive. Luctor et emergo."
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Luctor et emergo means "I struggle, but I'll survive"