It was midsummer morning. The sky is so bright and perfect. I went to the kitchen to fix some breakfast for everyone.
"Aahh got a lot of work to do." he said while taking some bread with him. I smiled and begin to clean the house. It's a bungalow type with a garden which I love so much.
"I'm off to school! Byeee! Love you!" she waves goodbye as she went out the door.
"Love you too." I responded. It was tiring to clean but listening to music makes time run swiftly.
After cleaning, I took a bath and enjoyed reading. I always loved reading.
It's already lunch time but I guess he's asleep after some work. People are busy nowadays so I tried my best to make some time for myself too.
I went out to the garden to tend to my flowers. It really is a perfect day.
After finishing up the garden, I lay down on the grass, gazing up at the bright blue sky. I smiled. This is really a perfect day so I slip my hand inside my pocket and take out the little gun.
I looked at it and, without hesitation, pressed it to my forehead. I was so tired from life, and I just wanted to rest.
I gazed at the blue sky through the leaves of the trees. Today was lovely. I closed my eyes, remembering how the clouds drifted so gently in the wind then I pulled the trigger.
It rang in my ears, followed by the pain. It's painful but the load on my chest feels lighter as seconds go by. It hurt, but the weight on my chest lifted with each passing second. I felt numb, yet paradoxically, at peace. If this is selfishness, then for the first time, I'm choosing myself. I'm so tired, and my only regret as my consciousness fades is that I won't be able to clean the grass now stained with red.
