One night. One note. One gun. One shot. One death. A thousand feelings.
The decision hadn’t been so easy. After all she had so many responsibilities, but those responsibilities will do better without her.
She look out of the window, the night was quiet. No light was alive that night, one was about to die. She stepped away from the window and continued writing
“Please take care of Rachel, is the only thing that matters to me now. The hospital can be on hands of anyone, I don’t care anymore. Goodbye life, you didn’t treat me well so I must leave.”
She signed the letter, fold it and put it next to her nightstand. She took the gun that was above it and directed it to her left temple. She sighed, her hand shaking. Tears began to fall late, she had already pulled the trigger.
A carpet stained with blood, a dead body with a gun at hand. The reasons why this happened were about to knock in her door.
“Open up.” Violent knocking. “Hey, I know you’re upset but I want to talk to you.”
Nobody answered, he left not knowing nobody will respond ever.
To be continued.
The decision hadn’t been so easy. After all she had so many responsibilities, but those responsibilities will do better without her.
She look out of the window, the night was quiet. No light was alive that night, one was about to die. She stepped away from the window and continued writing
“Please take care of Rachel, is the only thing that matters to me now. The hospital can be on hands of anyone, I don’t care anymore. Goodbye life, you didn’t treat me well so I must leave.”
She signed the letter, fold it and put it next to her nightstand. She took the gun that was above it and directed it to her left temple. She sighed, her hand shaking. Tears began to fall late, she had already pulled the trigger.
A carpet stained with blood, a dead body with a gun at hand. The reasons why this happened were about to knock in her door.
“Open up.” Violent knocking. “Hey, I know you’re upset but I want to talk to you.”
Nobody answered, he left not knowing nobody will respond ever.
To be continued.
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.