The question tortured him the whole day. As he left the office, as he went to his car, as he arrived at the gas station. He thought about it for weeks, for months. Practically it was in his mind, since he started thinking. He stopped his car at the back of the station, he wanted to get some supplies, it would become a long weekend. Nobody was waiting at his home, no friend, no wife, nobody. His last and only friend died three years ago. He opened the door of the gas station, ignoring the well known ringing of the store bell, went straight to the refrigerator, that was filled with beer. Three cans would not be enough, but he decided to get more later. “Later”, the question caught him again, he stood there and thought. People walked around him, he did not realize them. Time walked by, minutes passed. As the saleswomen approached him, he woke up, like from a daydream, told her that everything was fine. In fact it was not. Nobody was there to care for him, nobody would be worried, if he would not be alive and no one would spent a thought, if he would disappear. He left the shop without paying and went back to his car. It was rather a small car, he was not one of the prosperous and wealthy, but that was O.K for him, he had enough money to have a reasonable life. The car got rusty over the years, like he did. And there was the question again. He felt closer to the answer, than ever in his life. He opened the front door of his car and took something out of the glove box. He raised it to his had and answered himself the question.
The last noise he heard in his life, was the noise of the trigger, he slowly pulled back.