Its the middle of the zombie apocalypse. You lost everyone. You’re all alone. Feeling so lonely feeling you should just end it.

you grab a gun and point it at your head with a beautiful sunset. Suddenly before you pull the trigger someone grabs your waist and gently grabs your neck. It’s jasper your enemy from before the apocalypse happend

“What do you think you’re doing princess? Don’t ever pull that again..”