This is part of a series and must be read through the end to understand. It's long I know but only way to get full effect. Kind of old too but don't hold that against me.

The Death of One

I finally calm down,
With lots of champagne
And comfort from Brooklyn.
She asked if I wanted to go
Through with it.
I nodded and told her,
I just wanted to get it over with.
She said okay.
She asked again how we should do it.
I said as quickly as possible.
I said if we did it head-to-head,
It might not go all the way through.
"True."
I said I couldn't shoot her
And see her die,
And she said the same about me.
"Should we leave a note?"
Brooklyn said probably.
She grabbed some paper and a pen.
She began writing and told her reasons,
And explained to her mom the things
Her father had done.
Then I filled in my story,
We laid it on the bed.
Brooklyn turn to me.
"When?"
"Anytime."
She nodded.
I picked the gun up.
It was cold.
Raise it to my head,
"What do you think?"
I shrugged.
"Hey, Brooklyn?"
"Yeah?"
She was turned around doing something.
"I love you."
It exploded violently,
Like a rocket.
"NOOO!"
Screamed Brooklyn.
She rushed to her side,
But it was too late.