3141 days.
These are:
271.382.400 seconds.
2.523.040 minutes.
75.384 hours.
224,35 x 2 weeks.
103,26 months.
And 8,60 years.
I don't want to live without you anymore. Years of experimentation have shown me how much I still love you, because you were and will always be my life, my heartbeat. Every morning I hear my heart break again when I look at the empty and cold bedside next to me.
Every time I step through the door, I feel cold because I miss you greeting.
Every time I sit and eat alone at the kitchen table, tears flow down my cheeks because I miss your warm voice.
Every time I meet Marc I get very quiet because he reminds me of you.
Every time I sit on the couch in front of the TV, I feel alone because I miss your presence.
I break down crying every night because I can't do without you. But every time I look at the silver frame in my hand, it's impossible for me to pull the trigger.
Till today.
I don't know what has always held me back, which has caused me not to end my life here and now. I honestly don't know, Tyler.
Maybe it was Mary I didn't want to leave alone, or maybe it was the memories and experiences that kept me in this place. But as I said at the beginning: I can't live without you anymore.
It's dark outside, new moon night.
The noises of the busy street penetrate through the small window of the tiled bathroom, not even now it's quiet outside.
The woman is sitting in a corner of the small room, huddled and emaciated, with the small pistol in her right hand, trembling.
A strange calm has fallen over her so that she no longer believes to feel the slightest bit. Her empty blue eyes look at the silver frame in her hand.
It would only be a very short moment, and after that she would be free to be with her husband again.
She would be reunited with the man who was shot on the street, in front of her eyes.
"I love you." Three little words that goes over her lips before she raises her hand until she can feel the cold barrel of the pistol on her right temple.
Then she pulls the trigger.
It should be her last words.
After 3141 days.
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