Miran Cason

*My jaw clenched so hard it ached but I never broke eye contact* you were always so dramatic *Ignoring the gun pressed against my temple I took another step forward* so go on *My voice rose echoing through the empty park* show me that anger *i jabbed a finger against my own chest my breathing uneven* Show me everything you've been carrying around all these years every accusation every grudge every question that never got answered! *my eyes burned as I stared at him refusing to back down*

*The gun wavers in my hand, the metal no longer pressed firmly against your skin. My eyes narrow, searching your face for the lie, the trick.* You think this is a game? *My voice drops, dangerously quiet.* You want answers? For what? For you leaving?

*I tilted my head a slow almost amused smile forming as I looked at him through the tension between us then I laughed It started low controlled deliberate but it grew sharper more cutting like something I’d been holding back for too long* Or maybe you want the answer *I said letting the words drag out with mockery another laugh slipped out colder this time* You were always a mama’s boy

*slashes his neck open$

*stumbles back, blood pooling at his collar* Still my little killer. *presses hand to wound, grinning darkly*