Summary:
Neku's shot Joshua, and he regrets it, but he can't take it back. 1st person from Neku's POV.
Once You Pull the Trigger, All That's Left is Death
I hadn't meant to do it. I didn't want to do it. But somehow, my finger tensed on the trigger, and I shot the only person who ever really understood me. I killed him. All the anger and hurt I felt in that moment, knowing that he had betrayed me, used me for his own selfish ends… I had pulled the trigger before I even knew what I wanted. Before I realized what it meant.
Now he's lying there, not moving, and I don't know what to do. I drop the gun and I scramble forward, nearly slipping on the slick blood coating the floor. The smell rises up to reach my nostrils, and I gag several times and fall onto my knees next to Joshua's lifeless body. I can feel the blood seeping through my shoes and my shorts, and my eyes are fixed on the fount of all this blood; the deceptively small hole over his heart that I caused.
I look at up at his face. His eyes are staring blankly, and on his face remains an expression of shock. I feel the tears welling up again, and I see my shaking hand moving on its own, covering the bullet hole. I simply stare for a long time, unable to tear my gaze from his dead eyes, my hand unable to move from the bleeding wound in his chest.
When my eyes finally decide to move, they head straight towards the gun still resting in Joshua's hand. My bloodied hands move on their own once more, lifting the gun and his hand together, bringing the barrel to rest over my heart. My hands are shaking and the tears are blurring my vision as I move his lifeless hand. Our fingers curl around the trigger together, and I hear the deafening shot and it's only a moment before I feel the familiar pain. I fall backwards, our bloodstained hands settling together with the gun on the ground as everything quickly goes numb. My eyes drift closed as I think my final thoughts.
I'm sorry Joshua. I failed you and myself. And now here we lie together; your life has left and mine is leaving. This is the kind of scene that would be poetic, but in real life there is no beauty; only tragedy.
Author's Note: First off, thanks to everyone who reviewed and favorited/followed! I normally respond to all the reviews I get, but I can't PM for guests... I wish you guys would get accounts so I could talk to you!
Anyway, this one ended up being pretty short... pretty drabbledy really. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. More one-shots to come, but it may take a little while.
-Dante
