Slipping away (narrative) ...

the moonlight shining on her now, illuminating her pale body in the shadows. she had had enough of living in pain, the hurt she felt was overwhelming her and she couldn't cope anymore. she wept, tears racked with guilt and sorrow for the one she was failing, the one who had given her the strength to carry on. but even this wasn't enough anymore. she was numb, she wanted nothing else but the endless darkness that she could give herself. she knew it was selfish, but she didn't care, there was so little point to her existance that this seemed like the only thing that made sense. carefully writing a small note in her ornate handwriting to the one she loved, explaining things, or at least trying, telling him she loved him. she placed it in an envelope and sealed it. leaning against the tree in it's comforting shadow, she removed a small blade from her pocket. that blade would soon be the one that took her life away. concentrating on thoughts of him, she pressed the blade against her wrist. twisting, she severed the veins and watched the blood swell slowly at first. concentrating harder on her thoughts, she took one final aim, this time for her neck, and as the blade effortlessly glided thorugh her skin, so the blackness closed in. tears rolling down her cheek, she dropped the blade and with the last of her strength she lay down and closed her eyes, slipping away...