Thomas realised that his life was too valuable to throw away. The boy had given him a good laugh jolting him out of his dark depression, but it was more than that. Something in the boy's look and the way he nodded when he passed by.
Thomas shrugged his shoulders and reached into his jacket pocket resting his hand on the cold metal of the gun barrel.
‘I won't be needing this.’ Thomas thought. ‘I’ve a second chance and to think I'd been about to end it all.’