Don’t ask me to live without you. I won’t survive.” “You survived before we met.” “I had a fucking gun to my head!” I shout, causing her to sink into the covers. I growl to myself. “I had my finger on the fucking trigger. If you started screaming a femtosecond later, I would have already blown my brains out.” My voice cracks. “If I don’t have you, then I have nothing. I am nothing. So if that’s really what you want, angel,” I pull my gun from the back of my pants and hold it to my temple, “then let me pull the trigger this time.”
