"Do you believe in God?" the sing-song voice asked.
"No," she replied in a whisper, hands trembling as she picked up the hard metal off the nightstand.
"Why not?"
"I just don't."
"What do you believe in then?" the voice cooed.
She thought long and hard about this as she lightly tossed the gun from one hand to the other.
"I..I believe in love," she finally concluded.
"Love?!?" the voice laughed. "Love of all things! How ridiculous. What has love ever gotten you? Heartache. What has it ever done? Let you down."
"I don't want this. I don't.." she stuttered, opening the barrel and slipping in a single bullet.
"Why love? Why, of all things conceived, do you believe in love?" it demanded.
"I just," a single tear fell, "do."
"You know, some say God is love," it mocked.
"I guess I believe in God, if that's true. But I don‘t think it is," she said, her voice hollow and flat.
"It doesn't really matter if you believe in him or not. There's nothing that can help you. Only love will save you now."
"Please don't make me do this," she begged and pleaded with the voice.
"I will always love you. I always have," it echoed throughout her head.
"Now that," she said to the cold empty room, "is the one thing I don't believe."
And then she pulled the trigger.