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When one dies they do not expect what awaits them, they only hope that it is something good. Many know that what awaits them will be horrible if in fact there is anything at all. What awaited me was a chance, a chance to save myself.  I’m not really sure what it was, just that I was able to tell of my final day.  

        I fell to the ground soaking wet in what seemed to be a black abyss with nothing but a desk in front of me.  As I rose from the ground and approached the desk I saw a pen, a stack of paper and a note.  I slowly sat down and read from the page;

        You are aware of course that you are dead and that which caused your death.  Like many you now sit awaiting judgment, and like many an opportunity lays on the desk before you.  If you choose to, you may write an account of your final day as a form of statement.  Why you have been given this opportunity and why you should take it are things that can not be mentioned.  Regardless of what you decide, this note will be the only interaction you have with anything until your judgment. As you will be waiting for some time there is a dry robe in the bottom drawer for your use.

        The note was not signed and finished with a number as though I was in some sort of line.  Confused I looked in the bottom drawer and drew out the robe. Placing the robe on the chair, I took of my wet clothing and replaced them with it.  I stood looking around into an expanse of nothing for a few moments and then took a seat at the desk.  Seeing as how there was little else for me to do I picked up the pen and began to write.



It was around 6:00, that fateful night, when my love came home.  As the heavy wood door to our home creaked open I could hear the rumblings of thunder echo as a storm approached.  The door shut with a light thud though I hadn’t realized that another storm had just walked through the door. As I went around the corner into the front hall I stopped and saw her standing with her make up running down her face.  She looked as though she had been tossed around in the ocean, but someone else looked back at me. It was Noel that stood there but not the one who had left that morning, something in her eyes had changed.  I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by her choked voice.

        “Jeff we need to talk,” she spoke softly and pointed at the sofa in the living room.  

        She led the way to the sofa, her clothes still clinging and dripping around her.  As she sat in a black leather chair her face was absent but her eyes shone in a way I had never seen before.

        “Did you want a towel?” I inquired

        She just shook her head and lowered her eyes.

        “Noelle what’s wrong,” I continued “why the cold shoulder?”

        I can’t do this anymore,” she quietly exclaimed.  Raising her eyes to meet mine she continued, “I’m sorry.”

        “I don’t understand what can’t you do?”

        “Us! I can’t do us any more.” “Its over!”

        “What happened, Why the sudden change,” I asked with a quavering voice?

        “It isn’t exactly a sudden change,” she answered coldly, “I’ve felt like this for a while, I have just been lying to both of us hoping that the feeling would pass.” “But it hasn’t and it won’t.”

        “So that’s it?” “You’re just going to give up on us?”

        “Its not that simple,” she continued, “I didn’t want it to come to this.”

        “How long,” I asked as she stood up and head toward the door?

        “Six months,” she replied as she opened the door.

        The door slid closed behind her and with it a stab into my heart.  I could feel my hands shaking, and my heart racing.  Although I couldn’t understand what had happened I knew that the love of my life had left me.  We had been together for five years and she never expressed any malcontent or wavering affections.  

        While I sat on my sofa unable to stop shaking I could hear the storm outside growing closer. The rain was crashing to the ground, while bolts of crimson lightning burned across the black rumbling sky.  Seemed hours that I sat until I finally willed my self to move. I made my way over to my desk in the next room and sat down.  I grabbed a pen and some paper and began to write.

        Good evening. Well to be honest it’s not really very good for me and frankly I don’t even know that it will be evening when you get this.  Hell I don’t even know who will get this or when this will be read.  I’ve had a fairly good life up until tonight, a fulfilling twenty eight years. I’m a successful architectural draftsman; I have a fiancée whom I’ve been with for five years.  As far as I can tell I’m living the good life and yet I am done.

        As I steadily filled with anger and my shaking grew worse I continued to write. Even through the shaking my writing was as smooth and clear as ever.

        Why am I going to kill myself?  As many times as I ask nobody reply’s, just a voice inside me.  This life I have has fallen apart the one thing that kept me going was gone.  My fiancée just left me, she came home and with in mere minutes she was gone.  Apparently she doesn’t love me and hasn’t for quite some time, she’s just been “lying to us both.” Ha ha well I guess I guess she doesn’t have to worry about lying anymore, well at least not to me. To think that for the past 6 months I couldn’t see what was happening that I was oblivious to what was coming.  

        In the end this is what she had come here for tonight. She had come to kill me in a fashion.  Well I congratulate her on a job well done, she killed me and if you’re reading this I finished the job.  Alas a horrible storm rages outside calling me to it. I’ve always liked storms so I may as well enjoy one last walk through this one.  

Farewell

      Jeff



I read my letter over to myself and felt certain that my decision was indeed the best course of action.  I swiftly changed my clothes and grabbed a jacket, then walked towards the front door.  While I placed my letter on the small table in the front hall anger still swelling inside me, reasons for why Noel left me started running through me.  I left my home with my mind racing sifting through all the possible reasons for why she stopped loving me. With my heart slowly blackening I drudged onward through the dark and rainy night.  

        The storm was worse in the city then I had originally thought and the power was out across most of the main streets. The bolts of crimson still flashed, while black pools of water rippled from the deep ominous booming of thunder. As I walked on towards the seemingly abandoned bridge, the harsh wind and rain battering my now heartless body. I slowly continued to drag my self forwards dripping with freezing cold water. Tears of hate and anger towards Noel burned my cold pale cheeks.

        Closer and closer I came to the bridge, every step heavy and followed by a gargled splash.  There was no sound except for those caused by me and the storm. None of the usual night life seamed to exist, no cars or people.  It was just me walking alone in the storm.  The bridge steadily growing nearer looked menacing with the lightning glinting off its wet metallic frame.

        As I reached the bridge I could feel my soul slipping and drowning in my sorrow. Flashes of lightning still sparked across the blackened sky, while images of my lover with another man flashed in my mind.  I had decided that it was because she had met someone else that she left. It seemed the most logical idea at the time.

        The storm had started not long before she arrived home, just before she poisoned my heart and walked away without a second glance. At the center of the bridge I stared down into the icy abyss below me.  I climbed up onto the railing and looked around at the city now veiled in darkness, the only light came from lightning flashing like veins of blood.  With the image imprinted on my mind I leant forward and embraced the death awaiting me below