Didn't Know

He didn’t know.

The plans were perfect; flawless. Not one detail out of place.

I did everything as planned. Set up all of the necessities.

Got out the gun.

Perfect. Flawless.


I couldn’t do it. He was sleeping right there, yet my finger trembled on the trigger. One flick of my finger and the bastard’s life would be over.

But he didn’t know. Didn’t know why I hated him, yet loved him still. Didn’t know.


I pulled the trigger.

He never knew.

Never would.

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