The Last Thing

She treads lightly across the room, resting in a darkened corner with her head laying down into the cold ground...
A silent tear escapes her eye, sketching it\'s way down her pale cheeks, finally resting as it falls onto the dry carpet...
The shadows of her past stir in her eyes, with the tears glistening in the moonlight...
How can he leave her to pick up the shards of her heart...alone?? How can he have loved her if he can leave her like this?
From inside her pocket she pulls out a gun, the cold black like her soul, cold and unforgivable. It could give her the magic to her destiny, to the way she should of been in the first place...not existing in this cruel world...
With no hesitation but a touch of fear, she put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger...with the knowledge that because she carved his name into the side of the bullet, everyone will know he was the last thing that went through her mind....