| He fumbled around clumsily with the gun in his hands, |
| turning it over and over again along with the thoughts in his head. |
| "Will I ever escape this pain?" |
| I don't know. |
| "I've run so far, and I can keep running... |
| but will I ever truly escape?" |
| Damnit. |
| I don't know. |
| He threw the gun across the room in frustration and despair |
| and was left with his face in his hands, |
| sobbing on the floor once more. |