The tavern was a place of retreat a place where chapters of life started and ended. This in particular night the tavern was filled with people close to him, people in his life, that could not be forgot. Snow was falling outside, he walked down the street, the moon, lighting up the town with a euphoric glow. He brushed through the door, silently, making his way over to the bar. “how bout a beer he said”, the bar tender turned his head, only to catch a glimpse of the wolf. He waited at the bar for hours, twiddling his thumbs, tapping his foot as the hours went by. He sat there, thinking of his life, what he needed to do, what he wanted to do, most of all what he was supposed to do. This thought could not escape his mind, it had been there for days. Eating away at his mind until he could no longer bare it. He looked around the tavern, his friends, his family indulged in conversation, leaving him alone, isolating him at his bar stool. He took a deep breath in, a feeble attempt to clear his head, nothing…. He pushed his jacket back, reviling the gun in which he held to be the medicine to his illness. The wolf stood up from the stool, turned around and walked into the center of the tavern. He let out a yell as he upturned the tables, shattered the windows and broke the chairs. The tavern had been dismembered, distraught, he sat down at his stool once again. He looked back at his friends and family still amongst themselves in conversation. “if only” he let out under his breath, as he asked for the beer for the second time. He made his decision, he couldn’t figure it out, he couldn’t decipher the code, his life was an enigma. He pulled out the gun, placed It in his mouth, he cocked the hammer, sliding his thumb smoothly, a loud bang echoed in the tavern. The wolf stood up from his stool, and made his way out of the tavern, looking back inside. Soaked in the blood of his friends and family, laying dead where they sat. He walked down the street once again, looking at the moon shining upon him. “what a nice night” he said, as he placed the gun back into his jacket, and made his way down the street. ~ written for Justin.