I was faster, caging him with my arms, holding him hostage while he kicked. “Let me go! You cruel bastard!” “Toby, it wasn’t loaded!” I held him tighter. “Baby, it was empty! There were no bullets!” I would never… He stopped kicking, but the tension in his body remained. He dug his nails into my forearms, attempting to peel them from his waist. “What?” “There wasn’t a clip in that gun.” My breath was ragged. “I would never approach you with a loaded weapon. I’d slice my thumb off before doing that. I was… I was trying to show you that you cared about the outcome of your life.”
