Splintered Soul

My pulse echoed in my ears as I faced my doppelgänger, eyes gleaming with an eerie calm. "Trust is a precious thing, you know," he said, raising the gun. "And you had all the time in the world to decide who you gave it to."

The deafening gunshot reverberated through the room, but pain eluded me.

As I looked around realization dawned—I was the one holding the gun. The fractured shards of my psyche had betrayed me, turning my own mind into a battlefield.

In that moment, I understood: trust was a luxury my splintered soul could never afford.

PS: I am participating in the #30days30stories challenge and today is Day 28. This amazing challenge is being hosted by Dagny and Nirja.