Franks P.O.V

The gun feels cold and heavy in my hands. I sit on my porch thinking. Thinking about all different things. A silver Volvo roll up to my house. The notes are at my side. Gerard and Vanya step out and Gerard's head is hung.
"If you came here to yell at me again-"
"no Frank, I was wrong."
"it's too late."
Vanya was looking at me carefully, "Frank...what's in your hand?"
"oh this?" I ask holding the gun to my head.
"Put it down." She begs.
"hahaha. It's too late. I love you and you broke my heart."
"Frank I'm sorry, please, just think."
I felt the stack of notes lean into me.
"no...I'm done." And with that I raised the gun to my mouth and pulled the trigger.