Suicide Short Stories

The End

They'd been together for almost two years. Together they had faced challenges that nobody should ever have to. They had seen the worse.
On one early June morning he got a call. The man calling told him the love of his life had killed herself. He sat, silent, not knowing what to say. The sadness that overwhelmed him felt like a flood washing over his mind making him unable to think.
His mind raced. Was it something he did? Did she not love him? He thought that it was all his fault. He hadn't tried hard enough to save her from her mind, he had let her fall.
The operator tried to get him to respond but he was too shocked. The phone fell out of his hand and his shoulders slumped. Tears threatened to spill but he had to stay strong. She must be in a better place, if he couldn't save her then nobody could have.
He lifted his head and walked across the room to the mantle where the pictures of them together we're on display. He looked at her beautiful face and wondered why he couldn't help her. He had failed her. He blamed himself.
All he wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up and for it all to just be a dream but it wouldn't work and he knew that. He had to realize that he would never hear her voice again and never feel her warm touch again. She was gone and wasn't coming back. The reality hit him with wave after wave of pain. His thoughts blurred until all he could see was her smiling face. She wasn't smiling anymore.
He walked to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He grabbed a bottle of pills and set to work. He swallowed them all. One by one with a glass of water. He lay in bed, remembering all of the times he had told her he loved her and him many times she had said the same back.
"I'll be with you soon my beautiful flower, I'll see you soon."
After he said those few words he fell to sleep, never to wake up again. He was finally at peace with his love.