“Well what am I supposed to do, David? What I’ve been doing? This isn’t life -- I’m not living! You ruined me, you’re haunting me! I need to move on.” She pointed the gun at her husband as tears fell violently down her face. “Natalie, you can! You should!” David attempted to approach his wife carefully.
“But it hurts. It hurts so bad,” Natalie uttered between sobs. “I know, I know,” said David gently, inching closer. “You don’t get it. I need this to be over. I’m done with this pain.You can’t do this to me any longer,” Natalie was now yelling. David finally reached his wife and grasped her firmly by the shoulders. “But Natalie, I’m not even here.” Just continued next page
Untitled, Tylor Merhinger ’22, pen and ink, 18” x 24”
-- a new sort of weight. “Natalie, calm down. Please don’t do something you’ll regret.”
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