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He used to be nothing to me. Just some annoying thing that followed me around. Something in my way. Now, whenever I see him, I see...him. The feeling is almost unbearable. The brown hair, the brown eyes...the smile. I would do anything for him.
"Lieutenant, you seem troubled." Connor stood next to me. "Is everything alright?" I glanced up at him for a second before looking back out into the water. The bottle of beer in my right hand seemed to get heavier with every second. I took a swig from it.
"Yeah." I hung my head low, so the only thing I could see was my shoes and the seat of the park bench. This bench could tell a million stories. Something in my memory sparked.
"Dad, look at the ducks!" He seemed over-enthusiastic over the creatures.
My eyes were trained on the dark water, which was now only illuminated by the moon above. There were no ducks.
"Are you sure?" Connor asked again. I hated when he did that, but maybe it was for the best. I looked up him for a few seconds. He nodded, and crossed his arms over his chest. He was deep in thought now.
"...I have been thinking about traits you have shown over the past few days." He spoke up again. I sighed, watching my breath dance in the cold air.
"You seem to drink a lot...that isn't very healthy for you." His dark brown eyes found mine.
"What color are my eyes, dad?" He asked quizzically. I smiled at his happy brown eyes.
"...I know that." Connor paused, then took a step closer to me. He continued to drone on about pointless things. I wasn't paying attention anymore. I stopped awhile ago. In my drunken memory, I suddenly found myself aiming my gun at Connor's forehead. For a flash of a second, I swear I could see fear plastered on his face.
"But are you afraid to die, Connor?" I asked him. Another memory.
The look of fear on his face as I wrapped an arm around him to try and protect him. My arm did nothing against the force of the accident. All I remember was his scream, and sharp silence.
The door slammed. I watched Connor leave for the taxi outside of the window. Next to me, Sumo whined. I attempted to ignore it with every fiber in my body. I took a final glance of the home around me. The rim of the bullet chamber was cold against the side of my skull. I noticed my hand began trembling.
"Nothing can change the past...But you can learn to live again." His final words to me echoed in my mind.
I shut my eyes tightly, and pulled the trigger.

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