Precious

He took what was precious to me. The only thing precious to me. He did it in a second and with out a second thought.
My actions are justified!
He knew what he was doing, what he was taking. He didn't care. I warned him. He took no heed. He carried it out with out sympathy. No regret, no remorse. He took it. My actions are justified!
I looked in his eyes. I saw the fear. Oh what fear! I made him see what his actions had made happen. I made him look. I opened his eyes. My actions are justified!
Even after seeing it made him no different. Still no regret. I made him feel my pain. The more I gave the more I freed myself of it. He would pay.

Oh what fear there was. Hands shaking. Not daring to meet my eyes.
I held the gun, not the back of his head but to the front, so he could see what my intentions were. So he could feel what she felt. He cried out. I made my ears deaf to all. He had no care. I tightened my grip. The shell fell to the ground. Revenge. Oh what revenge, what justice. He took away what was precious to me so I took away what was precious to him.