Deep down I feel thousand things at once. Panic, fear, agony, sorrow,…
I crossed the path, she always followed ever asking where it will lead her. Now I know.
Closing my eyes, I can’t help but imagine how she stands at the cliff. The next second I see her falling, eyes closed and smiling… . Smiling?
Remembering the words in the letter, written in an disturbing shade of red, I know why.
Somehow it’s comforting. Somehow I understand and am happy for her – although I will miss her.
„I will be free. Finally, I can be who I am.“
Exactly 100 words.
I have never been good at being brief…
I don’t want to praise suicide. I wanted to show what can cause people to take those drastic measures because I think that often the environment of the affected persons leads them to those. If not the personal environment then our often cruel society.
„If you are affected by this story, seek help from the Samaritans, friends or your GP“