I was in my bedroom, cuddled up in a corner of the room. My hands wrapped around myself while my hair served as a veil round my face. I sobbed bitterly.
Been through this, several times. But yet it feels more painful than the last, each time. By each passng second. 'I will hang myself. I've had enough.' I thought as I wiped tears from my face.
I got to my feet, and went ahead to tie a rope over the fan. Climbing the stool, I put the noose over my neck. Just as my legs were about to fall... the door broke open and he came in. "I'm..." he didn't fnish his sentence when he saw me.
I was now choking slowly losing consciousness, when I felt his arms around my legs. "have you lost it?" He yelled, panic clear in his voice. "let me go." I managed to say over the choking around my neck.
He shook his head. "no, I won't." He said, looking into my eyes. Before I could protest... my eye lids fell, my eyes closed. And I heard him yell my name before complete oblivion.
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War of Love
Non-FictionABOUT THE BOOK. In the world, there are two phases. The appreciative phase, and the frustrated phase. What happens when two different individuals from two separate wor...
