Thursday, 3 April 2008
04:24:34 AM (GMT)
He was sat, as you may put it; alone with his thoughts running wild through his
mind, him thinking about what he was about to do. Pen in left, knife in right and
paper on table. All was set out perfectly, ready for him to take the leap
(theoretically speaking), but was he ready.
That’s the simplest answer that comes to mind. He had been through this over and
over and it all came back to this, he had tried but failed every time. He was naïve
to think that this would make a difference, but what choice did he have? Confront his
friend or just leave.
He had been so confused, he thought if he told him, that everything would return to
normal as it did the year before, before he started to doubt himself and his
But no, it couldn’t have backfired more then it did. He knew he had the solution,
all he had left to do was take the leap. It was decided, no more thinking, stewing or
worrying it was time to go. He wrote a quick letter of sorrow, then leapt.
“Too little, too late” I guess, at the moment of freedom, burst in did the friend
in question come, tears down his face as he saw the colour drained from the eyes of
Now there lays a story of absolute despair some may ponder on the thoughts of Romeo
and Juliet and look upon my tale as some what similar, I see it as another chapter of
loneliness that we all feel every now and then.
Written by- Patricia Lee