The Gun.
In his hand.
The Note.
On the ground.
I was.............
supposed...............
to walk in the room...............
and leave with only one of you. and the other? what other ?


I was supposed to.
I was fickle.
I was hesitant.


Which would hurt more?
The Gun?
The Note?


Use only one.
The Gun?
The Note?


Use the Gun.
End the past.
The Note burns within.


Spare the Gun.
Open the future.
The past like buried bullets come back to haunt you.


One shot!
Loud and Clear.
They both left the room.


He lies on the floor.
Hole in the wall.
In front of him.


The Note.
In his hand.
The Gun.
On the ground.


Untold secrets.
Leave no evidence.
Even the murderer is kept in the dark.


Alas, regret eats the last of him.
His fist clenched no more.
Free is the crumpled note.

On the corner.
Barely visible.
A tiny "If"

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