I sit at my desk, pencil in hand. The room is dim and my head is pounding. My hand trembles as each new word appears on the paper that lays in front of me. Slowly but surely, my hand writes each new word one by one. A drip of water lands on the page in front of me, and at that moment, I realize the tears streaming down my face, and the wimpers I'm making as I cry. I tighten my grip to the pen I write with as to not drop it from my shaking hand. I finish writing and step back. It is complete. I sign the bottom of my ink and tear filled paper and I place it on the edge of the table closest to the door. I look up at a carefully tied rope and steadily step up onto a chair that sits in front of me. I place the rope around my neck like a necklace and scoot closer to the edge of the chair. I take one last look at the paper. "To my dearest love" it reads. I let one last final tear stream down my cheek, and step off the chair, never to touch the ground again.
