it all ended with a quivering hand brushed against quivering lips. behind them were three words, one syllable each. three shots waiting to be fired interrupted by a coward disguised as a gentlemen. “i’m so scared of disappointing you.”
i can’t say i believe in god, but i know there’s a light that lives at the end of this tunnel. one with a personality, a sense of humor. a warmth that embraces you so deeply you’d laugh at the sheer recollection of how things used to be.