Rippling shockwave of energy. Release. Ears ringing, palm stinging. Bullet whistling through the air. Body lying crumpled. Lifeless on the floor. Blood seeping. Stains penetrating the burgundy carpet. It was all so perfect.
The ticking clock revives memories. Memories of hope. Memories of love. Memories of it all crashing down on me. Memories of yesterday, of last week. Memories of... her.
I shot a man today. As I looked into his eyes, I saw everything I hated in myself. I could almost see his life reflecting off the front of his eyes as it flashed by. His life crashing down on him as I pulled the trigger. Crashing on the floor. Crashing on