Liar Liar

Three

In a perfect world a broken heart is fixed

Friday, January 13th.
The day that I met him.
The day that changed my life.

I still don't know if it was for better or worse.

I woke up that morning to the sound of my phone ringing. It was the owner of the gallery that sold my paintings.
Some guys wanted to meet the artist of a painting that they were going to buy.
The wanted to meet me.
But they weren't just some guys.

He was there.

If I had known then what I know now, would I have gone to meet them?

That's the question that rings through my head.
That knots up my stomach.
That stops my lungs from breathing and my heart from beating.

It's embedded itself into my mind, constantly there.
Every day.
Every night.
Every hour.

Would I have gone if I knew that I was going to meet him?
If I knew how much pain he would cause me?
If I knew that he was going to be the trigger to my gun?

The gun that ended my life.
That tore me up and left me.
Empty.

She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click
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Okay for those of you that don't know already, I am writing one shots for people.
So, if you want me to write one for you, tell me what you want your name to be, the guy, the song that inspires the story, etc....