Ok, hopefully it starts to pick up now! Sorry if I've bored you!!
One month later.
He sat there in the darkness of his study at 3am on a Sunday morning, his world was gone and there was no way out of this deep dark pit of depression he had fallen into over the past month.
His business was down the pan, he hadn't had insurance, he had never seen the need for it and the bank and other investors were urging him to declare himself bankrupt.
As for the arsonists, the police had given up their investigation, there had been no leads to follow, no clues to work on. Whoever had done it were utter professionals.
The worst part was he had no-one to lean upon in these hard times, he had never married, he always saw marriage as a way of tying someone down, forsaking his own freedom. Well, perhaps not always, there had been one girl he considered marrying, one girl he wanted to marry but that was a long time ago and she was in love with his best friend. He held a photo of her in his shaking hand and traced a finger down her face.
"Linda."
He had always loved the sound of her name on his lips, loved her smile and laugh. Of course, he threw away his chance of marrying her when he got too carried away. He had only wanted to show how much he loved her, how much he wanted her but he had taken it too far. He had known what he had done as soon as he got up off the couch and saw the hurt and frightened look in her eyes, the way she curled up into a ball when he had got up. The way she was sobbing, it tore him apart to see her like that. He left her alone and closed the front door behind him, after telling her never to tell anyone. He knew instantly he had to leave, he could never face her again.
"I love you." Holding the picture in his hand, with his other hand he put the pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger.
One month later.
He sat there in the darkness of his study at 3am on a Sunday morning, his world was gone and there was no way out of this deep dark pit of depression he had fallen into over the past month.
His business was down the pan, he hadn't had insurance, he had never seen the need for it and the bank and other investors were urging him to declare himself bankrupt.
As for the arsonists, the police had given up their investigation, there had been no leads to follow, no clues to work on. Whoever had done it were utter professionals.
The worst part was he had no-one to lean upon in these hard times, he had never married, he always saw marriage as a way of tying someone down, forsaking his own freedom. Well, perhaps not always, there had been one girl he considered marrying, one girl he wanted to marry but that was a long time ago and she was in love with his best friend. He held a photo of her in his shaking hand and traced a finger down her face.
"Linda."
He had always loved the sound of her name on his lips, loved her smile and laugh. Of course, he threw away his chance of marrying her when he got too carried away. He had only wanted to show how much he loved her, how much he wanted her but he had taken it too far. He had known what he had done as soon as he got up off the couch and saw the hurt and frightened look in her eyes, the way she curled up into a ball when he had got up. The way she was sobbing, it tore him apart to see her like that. He left her alone and closed the front door behind him, after telling her never to tell anyone. He knew instantly he had to leave, he could never face her again.
"I love you." Holding the picture in his hand, with his other hand he put the pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger.