Come on.

Just one quick flick of my finger and this can finally be over.

Come on dude.

Pull the trigger. They don't need you. They'll be happier without you. You made sure they'll be OK.

Come on just do it.

I grip the gun in my hand.

Come on...

My finger shakes on the trigger. Why? Why can't I do it?

...

Not yet. I can't yet. Soon, but not yet.

...

I decide to go to sleep.