The Lion Is Tamed.

The hot, rusted metal underneath my feet sliced my soles, but I kept walking. I couldn’t bring myself to go back now, even though I had nowhere to go back to.
She was standing right on the rail, her toes curled over, her arms by her side. She looked straight ahead, squinting into the distance, her lips slightly trembling. I was taken back by how calm she was. I initially thought she would run over me and pin me down, clawing at my face. But she looked drained of her fiery spirit.
Her head tilted towards me agonizingly slowly. I kept my focus right on her eyes; I wasn’t going to show how afraid I was as well. Her eyes shined as she looked up into the clouds. A beam of light shined through clouds, making a spotlight on her.
In that moment she looked gorgeous. Gorgeous as the day I met her. She probably hadn’t washed in days, and she was dressed in filth. But she was still the most beautiful creature.
She focused in on the ray of light. She looked up for hope. But the light diminished within moments. Clouds rolled back in, the sky turned a hellish grey. God had nothing left to give her. She threw away any chance she ever had for a better life.
I grasped the warm gun with my clammy palms tucked into my belt. It was heavy. I never felt as physically power as I had with the gun in my grasp.
She was done from the start. Done from the day she left me on my own. Done from the day she ever trusted a man. Done from the day she thought she could make it on her own, with no one to guide her. Done-
I cringed as the shot pierced the virgin air. My eyes could hardly focus watching her feet relax from the rail and slip off, her eyes widening, her wild mane flailing back from her face.
I swear I saw her grin as she plunged like a knife down into the water. A small splash, and the water settled again. I looked over and saw her cold blood spreading. I looked away in case she resurfaced. That was the last I wanted to see of her.
When I turned my gaze back to the bridge, my eye caught a gleam of metal where she had been standing. I walked towards it and picked up a gun, similar to mine.
She wanted to fight back, but she was too afraid.
I opened the gun to take out the bullets to keep for the rest of my journey. But none were inside. I opened my pistol and stared at the two bullets inside.
I came to the bridge with two bullets.