Resolutions
He saw his reflection in the mirror.
It was a different face. The face in the mirror wasn't his. It belonged to someone else.
Purring water was herd from the sink.
He took some in his hands and splashed on his face. The cool of the water common him. Brought him back to life. It was nothing he could do now.
Did he have the strength to move on?
Could he live without them?
Was this the price that he had to pay to get to the truth? To loose al his beloved ones…
That was the hardest price anyone had to pay.
He looked down on the revolver in his hand, the hard, cold metal thing that would end his life so fast.
This was the only way. There where no way back. Not in this moment, not in this lifetime…
He raised the revolver towards his head and pulled the trigger…
The neighbours herd the report and came running. But nothing could be done.
He was long gone.
There where a small funeral. Nothing special. And ashes where spread by the wind.
There where no one left. Except from you.
William was sitting in an office in the FBI building in Washington DC. On the other side of the desk sat a Mr Walter Skinner. He had just told William the true story about his biological parents.
There where a long pause. William rose from the chair and walked towards the door. Skinner raised and took a look at him.
"Don't disappoint me." He said and smiled.
"I wont. I promise you." William walked out of the room and towards the elevators. He pushed the button to go down to the sealer.
He would finish the job that his parents started a long time ago.
To find the truth.