If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.

I tell myself that repeatedly as I glance down at him. Except, this isn’t the man I once knew, the man I so badly yearned for, this is an empty shell of what he once was. His skin, cold and bitter, his eyes hollow, without the light that guided me, his lips slightly parted, blood staining the floor beneath him. I let out a panicked laugh as what I had done just set in, I murdered the love of my life. My laughter turns into hysterical crying as what I just did begins to process in this head of mine. I face the gun to my skull, we can still be together. I can’t navigate this miserable world without you.

Bam.