She’s staring down from the balcony. He’s caressing the shaft of the sharpened blade. She’s standing next to the train track. He’s standing on a stool, wondering if the rope will hold.
Breaths racing, hearts pounding, shivers running down spines, doubt running through minds.
The last chance to reconsider. A final moment to avoid the irreversible.
Numerous uplifting words have been shouted, endless words of help have been uttered. But they are isolated from it all. No sound nor gesture is able to reach them.
They look up to see a ceiling or the night sky. It doesn’t matter. The outlook is grim, regardless of the view.
Is there no other way? Are there truly no other options? Has everything really been tried? Of course there is, of course there are and of course not. It’s the gap between knowing and wanting in which the weeds leading to this fatal decision have grown.
Fatigue and apathy have blurred the desire to attempt once more. Hopes and reality are too far apart. All have wished the situation to change, not life to end. However, rationality has faded over time.
A tear runs down the balcony. A teardrop lands on the shaft of the blade. A tear slides down the train track. A teardrop drops down the stool.
A free fall, a body hits the floor. A painful cut, veins opened, blood runs freely. A fast train nears, a step forward, emergency brakes hit too late. The stool tumbles, a human being hangs, going out swinging.
Please don’t quit. I know these words sounds generic, but there are people that care about you and solutions can be found. Your situation can improve, hold on to find out how - together.
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