He locked himself in his room and sat brooding for several days. He ate and drank very little; slept even less. Desperation had quickly turned to depression, then total hopelessness.
A cell phone lay silent beside the chair. He had long since ceased willing it to ring.
His watch told him it was 2:37 in the afternoon. His self-appointed time was nearly up.
She had left him again. One rejection too many.
The alarm told him it was time. One last thought as his finger tightened on the trigger: "Will she even miss me?"
Of course, he would never know.
A cell phone lay silent beside the chair. He had long since ceased willing it to ring.
His watch told him it was 2:37 in the afternoon. His self-appointed time was nearly up.
She had left him again. One rejection too many.
The alarm told him it was time. One last thought as his finger tightened on the trigger: "Will she even miss me?"
Of course, he would never know.
