Her life didn’t flash infront of her. There was no clash of thunder and downpour or rain, no great dramatic music. There were no crowds of crying people, mourning the loss. There was nothing. Just her and the gun; and in that moment she knew she was all alone in life.
Nobody burst into the room at the last moment, breaking down the door to save her from herself. There was no perfectly timed phone call from someone who only wanted to listen. Because nobody knew, nobody wanted to know, and nobody cared.
She didn’t cry. She didnt proclaim her hate for the world or the injustice of life.
She just put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.
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