Death.
As inevitable and unpredictable as life itself.
But there is a way to return from oblivion.
It is called the Eye Rule.
The rule states, that for someone to return one from the dead, they must kill another person.
Like the phrase, an Eye for an Eye, one death for one life.
So I sit here, on my couch, the information folder in front of me.
I look next to the folder, a revolver sat on the table's edge, begging to be used.
I began to hyperventilate, gazing at the photo in the folder.
Looking at the portrait, was like looking in a mirror, my fearful and worried face plastered on the paper printout.
"This is for my wife, this is for my wife", I repeat over and over again as my trembling hand reaches for the revolver.
My mind raced, thinking about loved ones I may be leaving behind, and the sacrifice I was willing to make.
A spear of cold shot through my arm as my warm handed greeted the gun's cold steel, causing my already fear driven shivers to increase ten-fold.
The components of the gun shook and rattled as my shaking hand brought the barrel to meet my head.
I shivered as the temporarily cold barrel greeted the underside of my chin, facing upwards.
I rested my index finger on the trigger, taking one last breath.
"For you, my love", I then pulled the trigger.