It could have been me Pt. 2

I bought him dinner. He was skinnier than I remember.

Empty clip and chamber. Only for show, he said.

We reminisced, and laughed. Really laughed. Hadn’t done that in ages. Neither had he. I could tell.

He thanked me, said I inspired him to change.

I felt the same way.



It could have been me

What scared me?

The loaded gun? No, not that.

That he was prepared to take my life over the green in my pocket? Strangely, no.

It wasn’t that I recognized him. High School…. Calculus, right?

His eyes.

That desperation.

Like the clearest mirror I’d ever seen. And that terrified me.