I see my reflection.I stare back at myself.I see what a bitter burnedout shell i have become.I stare, in spite of myself, longer.I also see what i once was.I was in love.I see her.She smiled at me.and i kissed her cheek.so innocent were our lives.only to be torn apart by the likes of them.beware of them.I see my parents,and all the happiness i once had. Then i see me.I am smiling.i am only 8.then the little boy turns into an older and more cryptic man.the man is me now.i am smiling too.I raise my hand as if to touch my face in disbelief....and i pull the trigger.....