“Do you think I can’t live without you?” he asked.
She froze. “No,” she replied blankly.
“Go,” he said after a moment of silence, “go with him.”
She eyed at him. Mixed emotions were building inside her. “I never meant to hurt you…” she said, a whisper.
“But you did,” he said bitterly.
“But it’s just a mistake,” she argued. “I can stay with you if you want.”
“But you don’t want to.”
A pang of pain stabbed her heart. “I am in love with—”
“—Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it. I want you to go away. I want you out of my life now!”
“But—” she tried to argue again.
“I said, now!” he exclaimed.
She stood up, picked up her things. He turned his back on her and heard her left.
For five long years, he had been faithful to her. He gave her everything she wanted. But what went wrong? The harmonious relationship they’d been in was now broken. Just because of a stranger—a stranger who was more than him.
He went to his room and looked for something sharp. A blade or perhaps a cutter. Finally, he found one.
He held the cutter and stared at it. He drew out the fatal blade and put it across his wrist. He forced it down, but then he threw it on the floor and horridly stared at the hurting line boring on his wrist which was starting to shed blood.
He reached for a rope and hanged himself with it. When he was about to let go of the chair supporting him, he thought twice. He changed his mind, released his head and went down from the chair.
‘I don’t want a painful way of dying,’ he thought. ‘I already had too much pain in my heart.’
Then, as if the devil came to his aid to help him with his suicide attempt, he saw an amber bottle of sleeping pills. He prepared a glass of water and lay down on the bed, thinking of those things that had made him happy.
He poured a handful of the drug—white, small, quarter-scored tablets and swallowed everything, ignoring the bitter taste of it. He followed it with a glass of water. He pulled the blanket around him to comfort himself and let the drug take over.
Then at once, he was pulled into a slumber where there was no end.
There would never be an end.
There would never be pain again.