"Click"
The Slide of the gun was delicately pulled back
"Snap"
He released his grip, and the slide sprang forward with a crisp snap, chambering the bullet with a sinister purpose.
"Heh"
A hollow chuckle rang out of the man holding the gun.
He stared at the gun for a few seconds, then shifted his gaze to the sky.
A cloudy moonlit sky, devoid of stars.
"Drip Drip Drip"
The light rain delicately tapped onto the man's body, each drop cooled as it landed on his skin, tracing small paths down his arms and soaking into his clothes.
"Shahhhhh"
Suddenly, the rain intensified and soaked the man in an instant.
A drop hit his eye, making him blink and flinch, his vision momentarily blurred by the unexpected sting of cold water.
"HAHAHA, how perfect, even the universe understands how to set the mood!" he mused aloud with a forced smile, the sound of his laughter lost in the sudden storm.
With a grand gesture, he spread his arms wide, letting the cold, torrential rain soak through his clothes as he stood beneath the twilight sky.
For a moment, he basked in the wild atmosphere, the storm's intensity matching the chaos within him, though his smile faltered in the downpour.
Slowly, he raised the gun to his temple
"patata"
All he could hear was the steady thrum of rain landing on his head, each drop reverberating through his ears like the soft beating of a distant drum.
The world around him faded away, drowned in the rhythmic pulse of the storm, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
His right hand gripped the tool of his demise, holding his life hostage, while his left slowly rose. He closed his eyes, focusing as if willing something—anything—into existence.
Nothing.
"Still can't use magic," he muttered, answering the question no one asked.
"Click"
He was his own judge, jury, and prosecutor. And now, with absolute certainty, he had his verdict.
"BANG!"
The bullet, driven by absolute purpose, erupted from the barrel of the gun and found its mark, tearing through flesh and bone before embedding itself deep within the man's brain.
Before he could even process the deafening bang of the bullet, his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless in an instant.
The incessant rain continued, indifferent, slowly washing away the pooling blood, turning the earth dark beneath him.
The world didn't end. Time didn't stop. It marched on, cruel and indifferent, treating life and death with the same cold equality.
Time of Death: March 15 2:25 Am