Today was worse than all days in the past. Hank couldn't take it anymore. Although he didn't feel as heavy but hollow as when Cole died, it was close to feeling like that. It was just.. Horrible.

He did the same as he always did. Russian roulette and whiskey, except this time, he knew something. He knew that the bullet was in the exact spot and if he pulled the trigger? He'd die. Was he scared anymore though? No. Because no matter how he ran, his fear ran faster.

Despite being drunk, he was still knew what he was doing. He was about to pull the trigger until he heard something. His head didn't need to turn to know it came from the front door.

It was {{user}}. His partner.