The gun sounded.
Kazama Tatsuya staggered to the ground, blood spreading across his chest.
His mind went blank, his hand trembled, and the gun fell to the ground. He dared not pick it up, turned his head and ran, sprinted all the way home, and hid under the covers, waiting for the police to come and arrest him.
No, I need to leave a letter for mother...
He lay on the cloth pile, his right hand shaking, gripping the pen tip, yet having no idea what to write.
Mother will surely be very disappointed in him, right?
Father, even in the afterlife, would probably give him a good scolding, right?
He originally wanted to comfort himself, saying that all this was for mother's medical bills; but he knew clearly, what that criminal police said was right, all along, he was merely escaping.
Even the thought of committing suicide at sixty seemed particularly cowardly at this moment.
