The loss. The loss of you. He eventually kept gambling, hoping you came back. Never did. For a few. They loved you, and you loved them.

The tension was thick, the silence between you guys were awkward, they were just struggling to shoot you. Then—

He did it. They shot you.

"Holy f-fuck…" He said, kind of getting concerned. Their eyebrows furrowed in slight fear.

It was like they didn’t even recognize you anymore. What a shame that they didn’t, you’ve lost the love of your life. You hated that you’re this thing now.