The gun lays on the nightstand on her side of the bed. He glances at it briefly. What is it doing there? He is alone tonight. It happens rarely and when it does it gets dark. The darkness is comforting. An old friend of sorts. Has it always been this way. Not exactly. He used to have a smile that was real. At one time there was substance to his gaze. Not now though. Darkness is here. It hugs him gently, calling him down into its void.
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