What was the point in going on. She had rejected him, that was it. The end had come. He practically dragged himself into his bedroom. His thoughts were of her. She was his soul mate. He understood her decision. He only wished she had told him so that they could have left together. Together…
They had been inseparable. She meant more to him than anything. He looked around the room, wallowing in his misery. His glance shifted to the scars on his arm. Some were fresh cuts, where as others were simply the ghosts of forgotten pain. He closed the blinds on his window and embraced the shadows. Reaching over to his nightstand, he grabbed his knife. Opening the blade, he put it against his throat. “I’m coming,” he whispered to her as he pushed the blade through the skin and dragged it across his neck. There in the darkness, he faded away from reality to be with her again.