Dead Poets Society

My first try at a DPS fanfic. The plot reveals itself... I'm basically gauging reactions.

Neil couldn’t pull the trigger that faithful night… he’d witnessed a standing ovation, his name evident in the mouths of the crowds: he’d felt… such glory in that isolated moment that he refused to forget and deny the vibrant, living feeling because of yet another moment, but words, though bearing such devastating impact his vocal chords seemed to have snapped when he entered the school the seterusnya day, bearing his father’s gun in its textile casing in an easily accessible pocket. He’d all but...