Just fuckin shoot me between the eyes. Make it fast, do it when I’m unaware, just don’t let me see it coming. It’d be easier that way.
Easier for you, maybe. Every time I look at you there, asleep and unaware, I hesitate. I put the gun to your forehead and my finger tries to find the trigger.
It hurts for this to be our last moment together. But it would hurt you more to know that it was me. To see the fear and the hurt in your eyes. For the last thing for you to know before you died was that this was how it ended.
Easier for you, and that’s what’s important here.
The third time cold metal touches your fragile skin, I pull the trigger.
I’ll never be the same. You’ll be the ghost in my gun with every bullet.
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