I reached home, closing the door behind me and I leaned against it, the silence of the house almost deafening in comparison to the night before. Everything seemed so... ordinary, so normal.
The pain of the day came crashing back, the reality of my broken marriage settling in my heart like a heavy weight.
I tried to push away the thoughts of Marcus, but his image stubbornly stayed in my mind.
I noticed Derek wasn't around, so I decided to go into our room and Renaissance on our memories. I walked into the room, the memories of happier days flooding my mind. The bed where we had once cuddled, the pictures on the walls, the familiar scent that still lingered.
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, running my fingers over the sheets, feeling every seam, every wrinkle, as if these simple touches connected you to the happier moments.
My eyes landed on the bedside table, where a framed picture of the two of us stood proud and happy.
I picked up the frame, my fingers tracing the outline of our faces, the smiles that seemed at odds with the current reality. The memory of the day the photo was clicked came flooding back.
The weather had been warm, the skies clear. I remembered the way he had held me close, his arm around my waist. The way the sun had reflected in my eyes, making them sparkle with happiness.
"If only I knew about today," I said. I walked over to a rope set aside. Sucide was the only way to fix this… I tied it around my neck and placed a chair directly under the fan, closed my eyes and let go of the chair … strangeling.
Death.