Characters:
• Zain, 25 y/o, lesbian, she/her
• Lila, 23 y/o, lesbian, she/they
TW: suicide, overdose
Today I'm going to surprise my fiancé for her birthday. I bought the cake and I'm going to cook her favorite meal for her, I just know she'll love it. I walk into our house and set everything down on the kitchen counter. Then, I went to our bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I turned on the lights to see her lying on the bed, looking peaceful. I thought she was working overtime today? Oh well, I guess I should let her rest. I put my phone down at the bedside table and notice that there was an empty container that looked like it contains pills in it. Beside that, there was a sealed letter with my name on it. Out of curiosity, I opened the letter and started reading. The letter said:
"Dear Zain,
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I've tried my best to live for you but I can't anymore. I can't handle all the pressure drowning me. I'm so mentally drained, and I don't want it to affect you. I know that there's a better solution than this but I really can't anymore. I just want to be free. I'm sorry that it had to be this way. You'll always be my love, Zain. I love you. I'm sorry.
Love,
Lila"
I'm confused. What did all of this mean? Then it hit me. My fiancé is dead. That container of pills, her body, the letter. No. This can't be happening. Why? Why did the universe have to take the love of my life away from me? It's not fair. Immediately, I picked up my phone and called 911 even though I knew I was too late. I couldn't save her. My love is dead.
