Truth

"I can't do it."

Something heavy clatters to the ground.

'He' turns around and sees a man staring at a gun on the floor.

A man very much in his likeness.

The man looks him in the eyes, and 'he' sees nothing but pain and sorrow.

The man slowly bends down and picks up the gun and hands it to 'him'.

'He' hesitates.

"What do you want?"

"Take it."

'He' slowly stretches out his hand and grabs it.

The man takes one step back and kneels.

"Shoot me."

Emotionless.

'He' looks at the weapon in his hand.

'He' looks at him.

Confused.

"Why?"

"I give up. You win."

"I win what?"

"You win."

"I don't understand."

A tear falls down the man's cheek.

"Neither do I."




EDIT: I have no idea what this means. It just comes to me.