94 Amnesia

Linda's hands trembled as she grasped the gun, uncertain of how to handle it. In a moment of panic, she subconsciously pulled the trigger, causing the bullet to fall out harmlessly off the ground. "Linda," Marcel's voice rang out, surprisingly calm amidst the chaos. "Don't take another step," she warned, her voice quivering as she edged backwards, keeping the gun trained on him. "You're going to end up shooting me if you're not careful. Just drop the gun and I'll take care of it," Marcel urged, his tone surprisingly composed.   "I've endured too much because of you," she declared, her head shaking in disbelief at the turmoil he had brought into her life. "I'll change, I swear. I'll make sure you have a wonderful life. Just put down the gun and let me make you happy," he implored, his expression earnest and determined. "You've caused me so much pain," she retorted, her voice laden with the weight of past grievances. "I'll make it right, I promise. Please, just lower