Renée felt very guilty for the act, she shouldn't have opened the note. All her life, Renée had strived to be kind, never backing away from helping people, keeping them before herself, even though they kept her at the sole of their shoe. She would be willing to go to any lengths just for a smile on a person's face. She would be willing to pay tens of euros for a laugh that escaped someone's lips. She knew it was what she was born to do, it was the only thing that helped her to have an ounce of confidence and self-respect, including her photography skills. Even though she believed she had failed in doing both the things properly in the past year, feeling as though she was never going to be good enough, she didn't want to die ruining someone's life.
If she left the world doing an act that defied her very existence, all her struggles and efforts would go to waste. The last thing she would want is to destroy others and go away.
Renée wanted to die, but without gaining attention, without hurting anybody. She wanted to die as soon as possible, but after clearing the mess she had caused.
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One Balloon Away
Ficção AdolescenteJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
