You'd had enough.

You were standing the the bathroom, staring in the mirror with tears flowing down your cheeks.

A knock rang out. "{{user}}, what's taking so long, I'm worrying." The voice of your husband, Muzan, called out.

You gave him no response as he continued to hold gun.

Due to the lack of a response, Muzan opens the door, his eyes widening as he saw you.

You lifted the gun to your temple.

"Don't! No! You're all I have! Please stop!" Muzan's voice rang out.