“You piece of shit!” Spit flew when he said it.
“I know you don’t mean that. Try to calm down.”
“Calm down!? Your f**ing logic again. You drove her away with that logic of yours.” He gesticulated, uncontrollably fingering the trigger.
“You know that’s not true. Maybe it was you, with your bouts of anger.”
He staggered back, unable to comprehend. How did he not see it? How can he tell him that? He felt outrage gripping him. “I’m going to put an end to that right now.” He raised the gun.
“Take it easy. You know what happens if you do that. That’s a very bad id—”
He didn’t wait for the rest of the sentence. He put the gun to his own temple and pulled the trigger.