Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Sly Cooper Characters.
I raised the pistol, and placed it against my temple.
'It won't hurt.' My mind consoled in its sick twisted way.
"It won't hurt." I repeated softly, my lips drawn apart for only a second while softly saying them, "It can't hurt as much as…"
My eyes clenched shut.
I wouldn't let the tears fall.
Not now.
I had to be strong.
It was the only way.
"Why does it have to be this way?" I asked to nobody but myself.
Why did it?
Why must it?
'You are going to be with her again, just do it.' My mind demanded.
"I c-can't, she wouldn't want this…would she?" I questioned once again-my voce cracked, I was unsure.
'She misses you, stop being weak!' My inner voice yelled.
My heart clenched and my stomach churned as I clicked off the safety with my thumb clumsily.
My palms were sweaty.
My mind was right…she…she would want this…
Licking my lips I held the silver gun harsher. The hand holding it was shaking so violently that I jokingly wondered if just my arm was having a seizure.
I let out a bitter laugh at my own thought.
Then hot tears gathered in my eyes, and spilled down my cheeks.
"I love you Carmelita, I'm coming." I promised.
My thumb found it's way to the safety once again, and clicked it back on reluctantly.
I sat down the gun, and sat down on my bed.
Drawing my knees up to my chest, I wept.
"Just not today my love…just not today…" I murmured in regret.
Oh how I wish it were today.
A/N: Defiantly an angst, reviews would be nice.