Henry and you never were enemies, but you guys werent acquaintances either. Just a shadow to eachother who lived on the same street.

You were about to go to the store to get some stuff for your family, when you could hear yelling and a silent thud.

As you stepped closer to his house on the pathway, you could see his hands by his face and him shaking.

“Nothing like a bit of fear to make a paper man crumble.” His dad spat as he stared you down, picking his gun up from the floor as he walked back into his house.