One Down, One To Go

Fun times they had had at the park, playfully chasing each other around the large multi-slide play set only to catch each other in the warmest embrace he’d ever known. Memories of the first time they had kissed at her mother’s house, her taste as sweet as pure sugar. Long nights spent talking of ideas and dreams shared, always with each other.

Without knowing it a smile grew on his face as he remembered the good times, the fun times, their times.

But it seemed that every time he had crested on of her inner walls another more daunting wall waited behind it. He felt like a lone trumpeter at Jericho. And it wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.

‘When was love ever fair?’ his inner voice questioned.

He didn’t have an answer. All he had was more questions. Questions that would go unanswered tonight and forever more.

He had finally allowed himself to see the obvious outcome hours ago, and why he continued to brood over what-ifs and how-comes was just his way of coming to terms with his decision.

He took another draw from the bottle, this one twice as long as the last.

Harsh

Bitter
Warm
Familiar

Welcome

An analogy of love, an analogy of addiction.

He set the bottle, now only a quarter full, back on the side table and rose to his feet. It was eerily easier then he would have though it to be.

Lightning struck somewhere nearby and once again the flash brightened the room. He saw her again laying on the bed. She was angelic.

He walked over to her, his feet carrying him without command or effort.

He stood by the bed looking down on his one true love, and felt the swell of emotion building in him again more powerful then ever before.

He loved her, and she loved him too.

They loved each other.

A lone tear trailed slowly down his already moist face as he reached down to her and brushed her hair away from her face. Her once soft and silky hair had turned stiff and rigged from the blood that caked it. Still she was beautiful.

He closed his eyes and sobbed in the monstrous darkness.

Slowly he raised his left hand to his head.

The coldness of the barrel against his temple was ice like.

‘One down, one to go’ he thought.

Then he thought no more.

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