You can read my previous take on this photo by clicking here.
“It was supposed to be me,” he said, cupping his face in his hand, “it’s always supposed to be me who would take the fall that night, not her.” The image of her falling and crashing through the glass dome onto the crystals repeated in his mind. The way her face looked in her last moments has been permanently tattooed in his brain.
“Why did he shoot her and not me?”
“Well,” the grief counselor said, “that’s certainly something to think about.” He lifted his face from his hands to find himself staring down the barrel of a gun. “Why, indeed?”
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This is Another Story 
This was powerful and could feel the survivor guilt. Also, after I read your story I was reminded of how the lady from the elevator might be feeling – because she survived because the shooter in the recent mass shooting at 345 Park Avenue, in Midtown Manhattan, allowed a woman to exit the elevator unharmed before he went to the 33rd floor to keep firing.
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Thank you. I did not know about this incident. It was the only thing I thought of when I saw the picture.
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Oh no – imagine falling through onto those crystals…let alone being shot! 😱
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I felt the pain as I wrote it but strangely, I don’t think the character felt any pain as she was already gone.
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Yes that’s very true
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Wow! That changed in a hurry,
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Yeah, it sure did.
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Well, that answers one question.
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