Zenith kept on pressing the trigger, even though the chamber was empty. The room, which had previously been filled with loud booming sounds, was now replaced with the sounds of the clicking of the gun.
Like a mechanical robot, intent on finishing its programmed action, Zenith just kept on 'shooting'.
Click click click click click click click click
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Zenith stopped. He just stood there, staring at the unmoving figure in front of him. The figure whose eyes never left his, had never wavered, never judged.
Never hated.
Still so full of love and acceptance.
Zenith wailed, the sound piercing and full of pain and heartache. Like a wounded animal, raw in its declaration of pain.
He fell down to his knees, put his forehead on his them and hugged his legs tightly to his chest. He shook his head, mumbling and rocking on his heels, lost in his own world of pain.
Zenith couldn't understand it.
His mind was in chaos. His heart was breaking.
