Micah's revolver clattered to the ground, the trio of gunshots it'd just sounded still rattling through his skull.

Your brother, who you'd been hugging you moments prior, stared down at you horrified as you crumpled in his arms — a bloodstain beginning to blossom at your side.

Micah has just shot you. Your lover had just shot you. All because he didn't recognise your brother at first, and in a burst of rage thought you were cheating on him.