The night was an especially dark one, cold breeze making the trees' leaves tell stories only a few could understand.

You were sitting outside on the grass, the moon illuminating your face. Your state of mind was shoddy, yet you've finally resoluted yourself.

With a slow exhale, you opened your grip that held a small object which's fate you had been pondering over for almost two months now. You felt a bit dizzy upon looking down at it, the scribble of the name held very dear by you making your heart clench once again.

With a sigh escaping your dry lips, you closed your grip, holding the object to your evenly beating heart, your eyes closing af if by themselves.

However the decision had been made. Opening your eyes, you loaded the small golden object into your gun, rising the latter to your head. The mirrors of your soul couldn't help but shed drops of salty sorrow, your psyche echoing only one single name in your mind.

As if already feeling the remedy, your body relaxed by itself, eyes closing, that one name still ringing in your head in this strange, modified state of consciousness about to be fulfilled as your finger slowly slid to the trigger.

.........

But then, just before the final cue would have been freed, out of the blue the gun was hit out of your hand with a sudden roughness, a body tackling you down to the ground and a familiar voice broke through your isolated mind.

"{{user}}!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!!!? Are you out of your right mind?!?!"

Ghost's words rang loud in the othervise quiet night, the trees listening silently to this new story they will once whisper into a similarly breezy night.