Silence filled the room, while screams filled his mind. The cold wind entering through the half-open window of the small room sent shivers down his spine, like a whisper that predicted the end of a long night.

The only light came from a candle on the desk, whose flame shuddered creating a spectacle of light and shadow on which his eyes were fixed. The eternal waltz between light and darkness, there could not be a better analogy for the events that had passed today.

The smell of incense that he had lit to try to calm himself permeated the room, but he could not smell anything. The sweat falling from his forehead were falling on the torn paper that was in front of him, it was too late, there was nothing that could be done.

His crooked lips while he gasped for air, indicated that he had already given up. He had lost. But in this sick game where you always bet everything a defeat cost a very expensive price.

In his hand that would not stop shaking there was a glass of whiskey that splattered on the floor in every move. And then the door opening noise downstairs warned of the arrival of that whom he was expecting.

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Slowly he took one last sip and set the glass on the desk. He ran his hand on his forehead and reached out to open the drawer. There it was, his former partner, his old revolver. Next to the revolver he took the last bullet that he had, he had never imagined that he would use it like that.

He could hear footsteps approaching the stairs slowly, cutting the web that the silence had casted over the night. With trembling hands he opened the cylinder and loaded the bullet.

The sound of wood creaking announced that his guest was already climbing the stairs. In a few seconds he would enter the room and all this would end.

A smile formed on his mouth and suddenly his hands stopped shaking. Tears began to form in the corner of his eye as he turned his chair toward the door.

The steps increasingly approached. He raised his gun while pulling the hammer. The bedroom door opened.

A shot echoed through the night.