Clarence

Facing you, she fires the pearl-handled revolver. You mouth, "It's really over." The fatal blow, reckoning, resolution. Ten years a second to find an answer. The slug patiently flows towards you with deadly embrace. Heat sears flesh as it enters chest and heads for heart. A final beat, legs crumble, a settling to the wet grass below. Searching her eyes, she blurs to colored lights. Before darkness you whisper, 'I still love you'. She's left you. Getting up, reborn to a new life, you start over.