It was early on a Saturday morning when the man, sitting at his kitchen table sipping coffee, heard his floorboards creak.
It had been a few months since those old boards creaked for anyone but him. The man sitting in his chair watched a figure he knew all too well come in the doorway. He laughed.
There wasn't a loud bang like he thought there would be. The only sounds were his coffee cup shattering against the hardwood floor and the thud of his body as he came down with it.
Why did he laugh? When he was staring down the barrel of a gun?
Because the same person who left a hole in his heart all those months ago- would be the same one to leave a hole in his head.