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Saturday, February 11, 2017

No longer scared

Staring down at the gun, he looked terrified almost, scared of the outcome of the events if he decided not to finish it, yet also terrified of the outcome if he was to go through with it.

Too much to consider. Not enough time.
A decision had to be made. It had to be made now.

A bang is heard. A body falls limp to the floor.

No longer terrified. No longer scared.