he looked down the barrel of his gun.
he never expected to be on the receiving end of it, but hey, life does that to you sometimes.
his eyes fixed at the round opening, where the accelerated piece of metal would be swooshing through soon, he thought about the things that lead to this moment. when he was satisfied that he knew exactly why he was there, he tried to shift his concentration to the hand holding the gun. it was shivering, violently. he couldn’t tell why it was doing it but he was sure, the owner of said hand was in no way consciously or actively trying to make it shiver.
when he realized, there was nothing he could do to stop his hand shivering, he pulled the trigger and ended it.