Celwriter: here's the next chappie. I know people are waiting for you, so....
Chapter 38
Mort found it.
It was right in the desk drawer where Cel had left it. The smooth black surface gleamed as he lifted it up.
Mort looked at it, dreaded what he was about to do, but knew it was the only way to keep himself from hurting Cel. He placed his finger behind the trigger and held it up to his head.
The pistol did not feel quite that uncomfortable in this position.
Mort took a deep breath.
He tightened his pointer finger.
BANG!
If you do not get it, please reread.
Celwriter: that was a pretty sad bang, sad and depressing. I'm about to cry. I can't believe I did that. It feels so bad, but I knew I had to.
