Tales of shapes romance #41

His business faild when i was sixteen, he invested the last of the petty cash in a "special saturday night" hand gun and he used it to blow his brains out.

She didn't know what she expected from, perhaps, or horror or regret for his own childish persecution. but he merely shook his head, and said was never a strong person. that result could have been predicted, i suppose.

I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings,but i don't intend to pussy-foot around the truth.