The bullet connects with his chest. Bullet. He was shot. He fell backwards. Off the cliff. It felt like a slow motion movie, but this wasn’t a movie. He was shot and he’s gone. A gasp escapes my throat followed by a retched scream that travels past my lips. Tears start streaming down my face. They turn towards me. Oh god. I screamed. Before I can comprehend what my actions just cost me they start ...