“No… Just shut up and listen to yourself.”

“Right, like you’re the voice of reason all of sudden. I know perfectly what I’m saying.” She looked around the room, pointing indiscriminately at the papers that littered the floor.

“This. All this. It’s on you.”

In that moment, I wished she could choke on those words.

Whoever I was, whatever I believed, it fell apart when faced with the truth, leaving me only with the satisfaction at knowing that everything that follows will be due to these words.

I head to the desk. First drawer, top right. I can hear her in the background, her words lost on me. She’s apologizing. She regrets her words. She knows that she went too far.

I grab the brown envelope, heavy with the weight of the gun.

I head to the door.

Tears are falling.

“You’re right. I’m going to fix this”. I turn the handle.

“You know, for a while there, I truly believe we could have worked”. I close the door.

They cost me my love, my work, my reputation, everything. Let’s find out what I’ll cost them.