Bang.

Bang.
Half a second, and you're gone - dead before you hit the ground. My finger hovers over the trigger. In my mind's eye, I see the shot, the explosion of what once was his thoughts, and I see him fall. It happened so slowly, whole seconds until he hit the ground. It was so easy for him. It would be so easy for me, as well. I feel the cold metal on my finger tip. I adjust my grip as I grow weak and it grows heavy, a monster in my hand. Opening my eyes it is gone, and my medicine is in it's place. There is so much, so many to take. I see his face, cold, lifeless, covered in tears. Swallow, one pill down, another hundred to go. Another four make it past my lips and I feel sick. I spit the parasites out into the snow before me. My bare feet are in frozen pain as I shiver, clad in a tank top and shorts. I sit, and welcome the cold into my body as my mind wanders back to him. He must have done the same - welcomed the cold into his mind, that numbness that let him pull the trigger. Tears streak my face as I think of my love, my sisters, my brothers, my friends. I can't take the pain of the cold anymore. I see his blank eyes and run, stopping only just in time at the edge of the cliff. My toes curl around the edge and I feel the wind in my hair. My tears join the churning waters below me. I let my mind loose, all thoughts retreat. I fall. When I first hit the water, it's warm. My body is limp as I fall towards the soft floor. I watch the air escape my lungs in gentle bubbles, they float back to life. It only burns for a minute, then I am calm, I fade to black, thinking of the one. The gun. The blood.
Bamg.