So dark... so dark... so dark...
Moritz had been looking for a new book to read. He browses aimlessly through the shelves, waiting for something to catch his eye, when he sees something entirely different.
A medium sized tin box. Unmarked; no decorations, no engravings. Just a simple metal box with a latch. He turns the box this way and that, hearing the contents shift and rattle.
He's afraid to open it, though he knows what's inside. He shakes the box again, listening to the bullets clatter against the sides of the box. Slowly, he opens the lid, making a pained noise.
It's a pistol. His father's pistol, that he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. The pistol Moritz had used to take his own life.
Moritz sinks slowly to his knees, letting out a choked sob.
Typist: Item post, to mark my return from study abroad! New people, old friends, all are welcome. He just needs a hug. ST/LT welcome!
A medium sized tin box. Unmarked; no decorations, no engravings. Just a simple metal box with a latch. He turns the box this way and that, hearing the contents shift and rattle.
He's afraid to open it, though he knows what's inside. He shakes the box again, listening to the bullets clatter against the sides of the box. Slowly, he opens the lid, making a pained noise.
It's a pistol. His father's pistol, that he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. The pistol Moritz had used to take his own life.
Moritz sinks slowly to his knees, letting out a choked sob.
Typist: Item post, to mark my return from study abroad! New people, old friends, all are welcome. He just needs a hug. ST/LT welcome!