Leave the ring on your finger where it’s been for fifteen years as you call her. Don’t settle the barrel on your tongue until you say, “I love you.” Savor the shot of whiskey as it eases your chemically imbalanced conscience. Hold the gun level with the phone, and pull.
This piece was written for the Microprose Challenge #316 at YeahWrite in response to the following prompt: "Give us exactly one way to leave your lover–in exactly fifty words."