“Everything is in order.”
several times over even.
She knew this was a long time coming.
A sudden frown,
a few tears.
“I know I promised…”
A soft sigh.
“Sorry. Vergeef me, mijn schat. Herinner, ik hou zielsveel van jou.”
‘I’m sorry, my dear. Remember, I love you very much.‘
his face flashes through her mind.
Despite the tears, the smile returns.
The last thing she sees.
Cold steel to her temple.
One final roar of thunder.
One last strike of lightning.
…Her favorite band?
And why was it echoing?
She’s out again.
Ice cold droplets striking her cheeks force her eyes open.
Her best friend.
Her sister, two nephews…
A pillowtop cocoon shelled in a polished oak casing.
She could see…
One of them.
They would understand soon enough.
It was better this way.
Her vision faded for the last time,
their faces blurring and disappearing behind closed lids.
The world would keep turning as it did with all who passed,
and they would see quickly that everything would get better the longer was gone.
No more medical bills.
No more check-ins.
No more strain on their sanity for her own.
One less pity friendship.
One less thing to pull them away from their own lives.
One more space for someone who could still be helped.
She was long a lost cause.
She was tired.
She could finally rest.
And now she was in her proper resting place: