He stands there the blade against his wrist the same blade that took her life it's been a week since it's happened and this has become his nightly ritual. Holding the blade against his wrist telling himself he'll do it but never doing it, he can't because of that note. Oh that note it said what he's been waiting to hear ever since he met her but not like this. It's all he can think about that note, she finally confessed her love for him her true feelings but it's to late for anything to happen now. Why couldn't he have asked her? His one regret. And now he sits alone every night because that note forbid him to take his life oh how wants to if there's a chance he could see her again he would do anything he could to make it happen. So he doesn't take his own life he looks for someone else to, he walks at night in the worst neighborhoods hoping to attract trouble but he never does. Why won't somebody just end it? The only other thing that's kept him busy is research, he'd been looking for answers about the afterlife to see if there's a way he could see her in the afterlife. Tonight he decides, the world has nothing for him anymore not without her in it. He takes the blade that very same blade and holds it to his wrist and makes a quick apology. He can't do it he's not brave enough what if he's wrong what if he can't see her again. Then he thinks of her once again but there's a chance a slim chance he knows but it'll have to be good enough, he tugs at the knife.
