Who Dodged The Bullet?

I remember you grabbing the gun in a rush to shoot something with flesh. You were very upset, and I followed you, holding my breath. You didn't have time to explain. before I could speak, you pulled the trigger as sweat dripped down from your forehead and onto your eyelashes. I couldn't even muster up any balls to move. I dodged the bullet you shot. Without even knowing how I was the true fool. your eyes lit up with terror, that was your last bullet. you threw the gun down and apologized and told me you'd change. I believed you and watched you throw every magazine away. this was never about guns, never about your trigger. Watch out for those pretty girls, the ones with the slim and curvy figures.