-Alternative Jules-

Cool metal on her temple

Caught in indecision

She sways back and forth in the stale air

Waiting for a sign of something to appear

Her world is gone black

He's dead- never to come back

Hears footsteps approaching

Hand shaking with comprehension of what she's doing

Pull the trigger and see the stars

Hear the laughter as you soar

No more pain, my dear;

You're not in the middle any more

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