Should've, Could've, Would've, Didn't
Trickling down from a cloudy nighttime sky, lit rusty orange by the flames devouring the city, does bone chilling rain bite my skin. Mud cakes on clothes and boots, burning my green eyes and plugging my freshly obtained wounds. Bits of glass and wood fragments chip through my rough, bloodied hide, and my dark, blonde hair is matted and unkempt. In a mixture of grief and anger, I grind my teeth until they begin to chip.
I should've refrained from becoming a monster, should've never fallen for her. She played with my heart from when we met in this tiny, truckstop town, like a cat with a mouse. Surely ignorance is indeed bliss, as knowledge only leads to death and ruin. Why had I investigated that rumor, why did I not leave well enough alone?
I could've continued to live life so perfectly in hapiness, all my assessets been payed off long ago, but I couldn't be satisfied with my many blessings. Curiousity seduced me with such scandalous accusations against my loving, caring wife and my dearest friend. Those claims could not have been true, not of those two. I could've kept my mouth shut and not inquired, yet I could not resist temptation.
So truthful a wife when inquired upon answered with honesty. I would've never asked if I knew what this would entail, would've taken her plea for forgivness, but no. Would not you have given to your passions in such a case as this? I had saved up tons of weapons and bombs for an apocolyptic time, but what better time to employ such a means of destruction as now?
I didn't care when I set the town alight, didn't care about the men, women, and children I brought down without mercy from my gun. Nor did I care when I threw my friend into the fire, shooting not to kill but further amplify his pain. However, I do care now. Therefor, I leave this letter for you friend with the gun's barrel to my head and for final words: should've, could've, would've, didn't...