Finney:
It's been five years. Five years since my best friend, and boyfriend, Robin Arellano committed suicide.
—•—•—
"Bye Robin!" I smile, kissing his cheek. "Bye Amor," he sighs. "Are you okay, You've been acting off?" I ask. "Yeah, I'm fine," he responds. "I'll see you soon," he says, walking away. "See you soon," I call after him.
I turn around and begin my walk home. I gently hum a random tune, the strange acts of Robin slightly annoying me.
I sigh, unlocking my front door. I shut it behind me, clicking it locked.
The phone loudly rings. I walk over and answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Finney Blake?"
"Yes ma'am, who is this?"
"Cynthia, I work at the hospital. The one off of SouthEast street."
"What do you need, Cynthia?"
"Are you friends with Robin Arellano?"
"Yea ma'am, why? Is he okay?"
"Unfortunately, he's in critical condition. We don't think he's going to make it."
"What happened?!"
"He tried to commit suicide."
"That's impossible! I saw him like twenty minutes ago!"
"I'm sorry sir."
—•—•—
It has been a few days since the phone call. I've been on edge. I still visit him, but I can't do it often. They're afraid he'll pass any minute.
The phone rings. I rush to pick it up.
"Hello."
"Finney Blake, correct?"
"Yes,"
"I'm afraid to say, Robin Arellano passed away."
—•—•—
Ever since I heard those words, my life went down hill. I was just never happy.
I decided, today, would be the day my suffering ends.
I place the gun to my head, suddenly having second thoughts. I quickly pull the trigger. With a loud bang, the world goes dark.
