The pavement feels cold. I sit under the dark sky, and feel as if my soul is being ripped from my body. I just want the pain to stop. I hold the bottle of pills in my hand, sobbing and sobbing. It's all my fault! If only I hadn't told him about it... I look up towards the gentle stars who always seemed to know the answers, who always stood above me and watched over me as I slept at night. But even they seem to have turned their backs on me, ashamed. I can't live knowing what I've done. So, I'm going to go far far away, away from all the racket and chaos, away from the moon and stars and the bustling city streets. Then, I feel a sense of calm, and I swallow all the pills in one go.
