A/N, why I wrote this, I don't know. If you liked my random drabble be sure to check out my other one. Thanks for reading. Velly.
From desperation comes dreams, and from dreams comes hope. From hope brings one of two parts. The part where you fly, or the part where you fall.
It was gone in a bang. A single press of a trigger. A shot to the head. Look acrost the river Lennie. He had always been so trusting not understanding humanity it's self is a lie. Hope is a lie. Lies are telling yourself dreams are reality. Reality is the truth. Reality is the bullet that hits the back of the head and shoots you down, makes you icarus. When you hit the ground. That's it. Unless you get back up again. How can you do that. When, by your own hand, your best friend's dead.