And then he peered over, hugging the railing, wondering how it ever seemed there was another way.
His world had been becoming smaller for such a long time now, that he wasn't sure how much air he had left. It was as though there was a bubble engulfing him and it was getting ready to painfully squeeze the life out of him, the only option was to pop the bubble.
He had to make his own escape from this torturous life or it would get worse, so much worse.
He needed to take one leg, and then the other, and get over the raining until the front of his body was facing the water reserve so far below.
He was scared, yes, but he wasn't going to stop, he had to do this.
The only way to end it all, is to let go.
And then he did.
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The Suicide Series ✔️
Ficción GeneralShort stories about the different things that happen before or after a person commits suicide. Some of the deaths, however, are not intentional/suicides, but rather, they should be interpreted by the reader.
