There it was sitting on the counter. A gun. Out in plain sight with no one around. I felt it all at once, desperation. A faint memory from a time where I’d cleared out an entire closet looking for that exact gun.

And now, here it is, staring at me in the face. It was taunting me from a few feet away. All I could do was just stare.

Once there was a time in my life where I would have gladly took it. I would have gladly walked away knowing I was in possession of the one thing that could take all of my pain away. I would have been free from it all. Not having to deal with any of the grief or guilt, it would belong to someone else.

And I walked out. Closing that door behind me and sealing it for good.