I saw it happen. It was quick, a bright flash that my eyes didn't register in time to understand. A flash and then I saw him drop. He gasped for air. Desperately grasping his chest where the blood poured out, like he could somehow stuff it all back inside. It only lasted a moment or two before he flopped lifelessly to the ground. All I could do was watch. I turned back to the girl with the gun. Her eyes fluttered, tears glossing her vision. The gun fell from her hands and clattered to the ground. "What have I done?" She gasped, slowly her grieving eyes turned to me. It's like her acknowledgment of my presence woke me from my shock. "No no no, Lucy," I whisper, approaching her gingerly. "It's not your fault." "HOW CAN'T IT BE MY FAULT? I pulled the trigger!" She shrieked at me, my body jerked away from her, unsure of whether she was fully in control or not. After a moment she turned away from me and place her head in her hands. I continued. "It wasn't you. You're not in control," I spoke softly. At my words she broke down into a sob.