"I'm following right behind you honey, don't worry, we'll all be together soon. Then everything will finally be okay."
The cold air nipped the man's face as he quietly spoke to the ground. Adjusting the shotgun before him, he lowered his chin and begged for mercy. He wa(more)s sorry he was such a weak man. Shards from a broken whiskey bottle cut into his knees as he prayed to a god he wasn't sure he even believed in. Before a flicker of indecision could spark, his fingers twitched.
Everything was warm.
Everything was peaceful.
Everything was... Right.