The stars smiled upon us, as if they knew we’d soon join them

I looked at him as he gazed above. He looked at me with eyes reflecting the sky. While he saw stars, I saw the gun in my hand.

“Are u ready to do this?” I asked.

He shook his head. “When is anyone ready?,” he asked.

I didn’t have an answer. He chuckled at the sky. “The stars are more pretty when you know it’s your last night,” he said.

He turned to me and stepped a little back. His smile was sad, the wind was slow, the breeze was cool enough to make the winter seem less harsh. The ground was so still. The entire world was waiting.

“I don’t know why and I don’t now how we’re both here, but it must’ve been for a good reason,” he said. I nodded, but I disagreed.

The world was cruel and wanted to get rid of good like him. His kindness was the rare type, the type where he notices the stars and not the mud. The type where he thinks of the people around him rather than himself, the type to listen and guide others before himself.

A person like him was here.

And the exact opposite was somewhere better.

I pointed the gun towards him with a shaking hand.

“It was nice knowing you” he said. “And until we meet again”.

A gunshot rang out. The birds flew away, the sky was blurry.

Footsteps ran towards me. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. He was yelling, but my ears were ringing. It was muffled, but I can hear him yelling “What happened?! What did you do?!”

He was sobbing for a cruel soul like mine.

What did I do? I shot myself.