Daris is a pitiful soul in his early 30s that couldn't find a meaning to continue his pointless life after the death of his wife a month ago. He found out about his wifes death only 5 days ago because that was the day where he came back from the army. They were in a financial crisis because of the lung canser of his wife and they hadn't anyone to rely upon. The only hope to pay all those expensive treatments for his wife was to go to the army. Daris had quiet a few traumatizing encounters during his time in Irak but it was nothing compared to the desire to see his wife fully cured and happily smiling again. But after 2 years, when he came back and found out of his wifes death... He couldn't continue anymore. He lost his only purpose to keep on living. So he desided to put an end to his life with the weapon that followed through his stay in Irak. *I don't own the cover! If you want me to take it down, then tell me* https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b4/e1/49/b4e149bd3c7a32032683e6a99574d6ba.jpg
"Is there a reason to keep on living? Is there a purpose to this meaningless life of mine?", thought Daris Milton while sitting at the side of his bed and looking at the barrel of his gun.
"I'm only one of many people that are living on this planet. No one would even notice it if I just continue to stare at the barrel of my gun and slowly press the trigger."
"I'm sorry." I said as I was going through all the things that happened in my life. I recalled the moment when I first met my wife in Middle school. I recalled how I shared my first kiss with her in high school and how I married her 5 years after graduation and recalled all the things related to her until the moment of her funeral that took place yesterday. I was the only one there to bury her.
"Clara." I said in a whisper like tone that could only be heard by me as a last tear flowed down my face.
BANG