Jessie looked at the man quizzically. He didn't reorganize the gun, but then it hit him. It was the gun that the woman tossed him. He vanquished her with that very gun! Jessie was surprised. He decided to tell the man what happened, but the emotion of worry showed on Jessie's face.

"That was the gun I used to kill the monster. She tossed it on the floor in front of me."

Jessie hesitated a for a moment before uttering the words, "I..I used the gun to kill her."
The memories of betrayal and sadness overcame Jessie. His eyes darkened in sorrow. The sudden thought of the painful memory of ...... and how the people he trusted were never meant to be trusted, shook and pricked the daggers already left within his heart. He felt the bitter sting of failure encase him in his prison. His own soul.

"You asked me about the afterlife, what of it? There is no heaven, just purgatory and hell. We never were meant to life happily, happy endings never existed.."

Jessie's head hang low. Indicators of sadness shown on his whole face. His frown deepened in disappointment, his eyes dark and somber, his forehead wrinkled with pain.
The pain was too much for Jessie to bear, but naught a single tear would unravel down his cheeks for he had to hide the pain.