[06] What would you kill for?
You've never thought in such harsh lines of black and white before this day. It's staring you in the face, unaware of course, behind the one way glass. He's standing there a definition of what is wrong with the world today. It could take one word, a simple acknowledgment that the man that had just confessed to everything had meant every word. You know the truth, the cold reality that you've forced yourself to live in... just to survive. Unfeeling, uncaring for everything that could touch you, that could break through that wall.
A man you once loved can't even look at you anymore. The blame, the guilt whatever it is... it kills him more that you won't talk to him. You can't either. Talking about it would make it that much more real.
Just like pointing him out would have in that room. Pushing it away, puts it back on your terms, it makes it something that you can handle on your own.
You can too. You think you can handle it the same way you've handled everything else they've thrown at you. The therapy sessions, the grief counseling, all of it meant to heal you. To fill in the hollow void that you still feel deep within you.
Still standing there denying the truth, denying that the man who's confessed is really speaking the truth you realize that handling this isn't the only thing you want to do.
You want to end this. Ensure that no one else feels what you feel. Make sure no one else lacks everything in their life all at once.
You could end it, kill him... just like he killed you.
You still breathe, but it's a walking death.
Even to this day, reliving it a thousand times over... the weight of the gun never felt lighter than the day you fired the bullet into him.
It'll feel much heavier when you have nothing else to lose.
A man you once loved can't even look at you anymore. The blame, the guilt whatever it is... it kills him more that you won't talk to him. You can't either. Talking about it would make it that much more real.
Just like pointing him out would have in that room. Pushing it away, puts it back on your terms, it makes it something that you can handle on your own.
You can too. You think you can handle it the same way you've handled everything else they've thrown at you. The therapy sessions, the grief counseling, all of it meant to heal you. To fill in the hollow void that you still feel deep within you.
Still standing there denying the truth, denying that the man who's confessed is really speaking the truth you realize that handling this isn't the only thing you want to do.
You want to end this. Ensure that no one else feels what you feel. Make sure no one else lacks everything in their life all at once.
You could end it, kill him... just like he killed you.
You still breathe, but it's a walking death.
Even to this day, reliving it a thousand times over... the weight of the gun never felt lighter than the day you fired the bullet into him.
It'll feel much heavier when you have nothing else to lose.