The silence that followed echoed just as loudly as the gunshot. Me and Jonathan stared at each other. The first seconds were just a blank stare. I felt my hands shake.
The pain that exploded in my chest seconds after made my heart clench.
Because I remembered pulling the trigger.
And the blood that slowly started to seep out on Jonathan's white shirt confirmed it. I had just shot him. I had shot Jonathan.
A ragged breath left Jonathan's lips, and his arms fell to the floor, followed by his head. Then he didn't do anything more. He just laid there, completely motionless. His eyes were still open and they stared up at the ceiling, but they were lifeless. That spark of life had left him.
A broken sob left my throat, and I dropped the gun on the floor.
I killed him. I k
