“If you don't get it, if you are so ignorant of the truth thrown at your face then you don’t deserve to live,” said she and took a gun.
Her hands were shaking as she was pointing it at his forehead, shaking so hard she had to press it against his os frontale.
She was crying, he was laughing.
The table turned now: she was the one who had all the power, the gun, but he still owned her, he owned her mind, her soul, her heart – they both knew that. This is why he was amused by the situation; this is why she was uncertain and scared.
She knew that after she pulls that trigger her life will go from bad to worse. Destiny that is larger than both of them will punish her. She’ll be living a dead woman’s life: without him nobody would care for her, nobody would love her, she would have nobody at all.
She can’t leave things as they are. She can’t change things for the better.
She and him and the gun in-between them.
And the curtain falls.
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