A smile on his face appeared the moment he saw me walk into the room. A smile was all that it took to know the truth, however far we had run from it before. It was a peace treaty at the end of the war. It was the light at the end of the tunnel, however cliche that may seem, however little he deserved cliches. As soon as it had formed across his face I knew that he had never intended to go as far as he had, and that he hadn't intentionally lied about this. I will admit that at this part in the story I had expected something more...loud, but the silence was perfect despite my expectations. With it, I was reminded not of this forced thing life had become but the beautiful thing it started out as. It was clear now that he didn't expect me to forgive him, there was nothing to forgive in the first place. The simple truth was he couldn't force it anymore.
And then he pulled the trigger.
Decide for yourself what you take from this.
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Probably the coolest thing in here, good job.
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