The gun felt heavy in his hands as he lifted it to his temple.

Nash stood pale, soiled, with silent tears running freely, outlining his face.
Out the window he can only stare as Earth's core spills greedily to it's surface devouring itself whole.

He unleashes his anguish, it's echo revertibrating violently in the confined space.

Nash pulls the trigger.
Once..
Twice.

His screams rip his vocal cords as mercy is not found. His ears ring with the new found blood spilling from them.

Throwing the gun, he spins full circle frantically and then his eyes lock on a means to his end.
With sheer animalistic drive he throws his body forward, opens the maintenance door for the lone space station and let's the dark abyss swallow him whole.
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