There was something oddly comforting about death.
It had been my reality since I was a child. Since I learned that I had a heart disease that may not make me reach the age of 30.
Since I found my mother in the bathtub filled with blood with both her wrists slit.
Staring at the gun aimed to my head, I felt no fear. Instead I only felt relief. The painful, agonizing knowledge that I was going to die one day was finally going to have an ending. This had been a long time coming. And even though I wasn't wishing for it desperately anymore, I would still happily give up my life.
Ah, I thought with a sigh. My suffering was finally going to end.
I was finally going to die.
"April!"
My body jerked at the voice and my throat closed. My gaze moved beyond the gun.
"April!"
And, lips trembling, I found him.
He looked at me through the mob of people circling around me, screaming, thrashing, struggling against the binds that held him. Blood was trickling down the side of his head but aside from that, he looked well. Healthy.
Alive.
I managed to smile at him.
Managed to shed one single tear.
Because if there was one single thing that I could have lived for, if there was one person who could have made me want to fight against this cruel fate, it was him. For him, I would have wanted to live. For him, I would have wanted to fight.
But we didn't belong together. Being with me only brought misfortune to him. Being with me would only bring nothing but pain and sorrow. We would never work. I didn't belong in his world.
So I was setting him free.
And I was going to die.
Goodbye, Christopher.
"April!" he bellowed when I removed my gaze away from him. "April, no!"
I resolutely looked at the person holding the gun. His hardened, cruel gaze stared down at me and I didn't doubt his intentions to kill me.
Because I had also known since I was child that he had always hated me anyway.
I closed my eyes. Calm at the face of death. Imagining better days.
And said, "Do it, Dad."
It was finally time to die.
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A/N:
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