“So this is it?” Harold Jamison walked over to his ex-wife, extending his hand to caress the back of her head. “This is how our story ends?”

“Yes Jamie.”

“But what if I don’t want it to end? I think we deserve a sequel.” Jamison moved in to kiss her, but she pulled away.

“No Jamie, we can’t. I can’t. Every time I look at you, I see her. It’s just too painful.”

“You know I never loved her, it was just a job.”

“It’s always ‘just a job’ to you, but it was a life to me. It was our life Jamie. And now it’s over.”

“Dammit Julia! Just give me another chance. Look, as soon as I get this disc to Paul,” he held up the blue CD case, “it will be done and we can go back to our life. With this, we’ll have the money to move to Italy like you’ve always wanted.”

“I’m sorry,” Julia said and she walked out the door.

After a few minutes of feeling sorry for himself, he scribbled on a Post-It and stuck it to the CD case. He then grabbed the pistol from the desk, put the muzzle in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.