I believe I finally understand why people kill.
There is a man. Most people do not notice him, or consider him nothing special. But I detest him, with a mad passion. Truly, I would do anything to rid the world of him.
I hate him. I hate him from the very depths of my soul. His eyes meet mine, and I shudder. He smiles, but it is a facade. I know he hates me. Indeed, he would love to stand over my bloody body, knife in hand, and celebrate the completion of his deed. That is why I must destroy him first.
I will do it tonight. Indeed, it will be perfect. I can already see the look of shock on his face as the bullet pierces his heart, and I smile. A fitting end, the one he wished on me. I will do it tonight.
He is waiting for me, I cannot keep him waiting.
There he is, that superior smile, those condescending eyes. He has been watching me, planning my death for too long. If that is the way it must be, I will not fight it. I must die to end him.
Jirarudan stared his reflection in the eyes, and brought the pistol to his head.
"I win," he whispered.