In That Moment

Belloch sat on the floor, back pressed up against the cold wall behind him where he had slumped. The pistol was still hot in his hands, a faint trail of cordite wisping towards the ceiling, though that was disappearing now too.

The shaking in his hands wasn't.

"Maybe the next one will be more cooperative, huh?" Kereth said, almost jovially, as he untied the body from the chair where it had fallen.

"Yes." Belloch responded robotically. He looked down at his hands. They hurt. He tried to relax them, but they wouldn't obey.

Kereth hefted the body easily onto his shoulder, and headed out the door. He turned back to speak once more.

"Better get ready, we got lots of interviews to do. On your feet, soldier." The colossal man smiled, and backed out the door.

"Yes."

Belloch was alone in the room, save for the gun. The gun was still clutched in his hand, clasped like he would never be able to let go. He stared at it dumbly.

He lifted his arm, and dropped the pistol beside him. It clattered loudly on the ceramic floor.

But even though it sat beside him, and he could see it, it was still in his hands.

It was forever in his hands, in that moment.

Always.