Short Cut

He tried to reach the gun with is right hand, but it was too far.

Lying down on the floor, his blood painted the floor red. He knew he was about to die in a few minutes and that those were his last thoughts, those were his last breaths.

People came running down the street trying to help, but it simply was too late. He took one last look at the shooter. His eyes were shinning thought slowly fading into the darkness, slowly fading away. The pain was gone by now, only a strange sense of relief remained.

Has he looked above his left shoulder he saw the long hair of his girlfriend dancing astray has the wind played frozen notes. The smoking revolver was still in her hand, has she looked at the lying body drowned in hot blood.

"I told you, I warned you times and times before, but you still had to do it" she said. He raised his head and tried to exhale a few words. "I had to have it, the feeling was too deep, it simply was too deep." The cops surrounded her screaming "Drop the gun! Drop the gun ma'm".