He was standing in front of the mirror, naked, with a gun in his hand pointing at his head, tears running down his cheeks, but even though he wanted to end his suffering once and for all, his fingers were not strong enough to pull the trigger, because he had a feeling that he had come to this world to accomplish a mission, he didn't which one, though, but he knew that it wasn't like this that everything was supposed to end.
The end.
