SatHun

Sam finished writing the last letter of his life. He could not think of anything else. But what else he could do, he had nothing left. He only could feel the cold rush passing through his vain at the moment. He felt an invisible heavy crown on his head and it was becoming heavier with every second passing. His heart was pumping so fast that he felt it could burst any moment. He barely could think sense at that moment. He put down the pen that he was holding, he quickly moved his hand. It was now hovering over the Glock 19. He lifted the gun with his right hand and held it over his right ear. The words were wandering in his brain "I'll be yo