Single Shot
Skull hesitated.
It's not the first time, and he really hoped it would be the last.
A single gun, he hold oh-so-tightly, not showing any sign of releasing it.
A single shot on the heart, only that was needed to take his own life, that he never wished for.
He hoped, it wouldn't fail again, just like his attempt when he was so young, yet, have been yearning for death.
He took a deep breath, ready to end his own life. Just as he was ready to aim the gun right into his heart, he just remembered something.
A will hadn't been written.
He rushed to find a quill and a bottle of ink he used to like very much.
A paper in his hand, and he started to write his last words with his shaking hand.
He wanted to write more, but the paper left no more space for him to write. As his tears dropped, he wrote his last word; 'Goodbye.'
A single shot.
He fell into his bed as the white sheet turned to beautiful wine red.
'I apologised,' he whispered, right before he died.
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I'm sorry, depression is a bitch and I'll feel guilty if there's no update today. I really need to vent out my feelings. Again, I apologise.
