Alexander was making his trek home, but tonight was a different than any other night. It was colder and darker than usual. The stars were out and the moon looked ever so bright. Though everything around him looked absent of light. The night got more frigid as time went on. This was strange because it was the middle of summer, but yet it felt like it was the middle of winter. He looked around and all the lights in the houses were out. Also the trees on their lawns seemed to gather around him and with each gust of wind that went through the trees seemed to whisper his name “Alexander”.
This was a lonely walk; this was a walk that made the world seem like it was going to collapse around him. He came from his girlfriends house. Or should should I say ex girlfriend now. She stood there looking as beautiful as ever. Her long silky brunette hair, her bright green eyes that seemed to tell everyone a story about her life, her soft voluptuous lips seemed to beg for a kiss, and all of this combined in one face was simply perfection. All topped off with a nice curvy body, a nice green an white tank top, and a short blue jean skirt. Alexander only saw a angel , but with one sentence she turned into the devil. She said “ Alexander....I cheated on you....with Steven.”. That is when Alexander's world began to shut down. Suddenly her beauty turned into a vile form of leprosy that seemed to destroy each thing that made her beautiful one by one. Her hair seemed to become dry, and its colour seemed to become dull as each second went by. Her bright green eyes shifted to a ugly grey. Her lips started to become chapped, and now the lips that begged for a kiss only wanted to spread death. Alexander turned away from her home, he ignored her pleas to talk, and he could only hear the sound of his breaking heart.
Now his mind doesn't know what to do. That is why he can hear the trees whisper his name, and that is why his world started to get colder an darker. His pace seemed to slow down, and his thoughts tried its hardest to forget her. No matter how hard he tried though his thoughts centred around her. What did he do wrong he thought. He isn't man enough to keep a women. He failed with the love of his life. His mind though just kept going back to one phrase “ I love you why did you do this to me!”. All of this thinking made him lose track of time because before he knew it he was in front of his home. His family wasn't there again. Was this a good or bad thing? I guess only time will tell that. He walked into the slightly orange duplex, with the broken gutter in the front, with a dead garden that hadn't seen life in ages, and with a dandelion invested lawn. He looked around the outside of his house for one last time, and with one deep breath he went inside. As he closed the door behind him, he began to shed one single tear. Then we walked up the 32 stairs, in the dark house, up towards his room. He opened the closet door and picked up the 4 metre long, 10 centimetre thick rope. Then he went into his room and began to write a letter to everyone in his life. It was titled “ one last farewell to anyone who cared”.
After he was done writing his note, he began to tie his hang man's knot. When his knot was finally done and he saw no flaws in it he left his room and, he began to walk to the old willow tree in the public park down the street. He seemed to have lost all emotion, his eyes never blinked once, his face stayed neutral, and his pace was steady and true. No one noticed the depressed man bent on killing himself, or they just didn't care that he was there, but there was no interference from anyone around him. He had a glimmer of hope when he was walking but the hope was quickly snuffed as he stood before the old willow tree. He took out his cell phone to make one last text. It was sent to his former love and the text went like this “ I loved you, I loved you for who you were, and I can't stop loving you now. I am dead now. I am sorry for this.”, he stared at his phone for three more seconds then he put it away in his jean pocket. He threw the rope over the highest branch, and he tied the end on the thick trunk. He made a deep breath and wished his phone would vibrate, with a text that said “ I am sorry, I love you”. No text came so he climbed up the old willow tree, he put his head through the hole, and fastened it around his neck. Then silence surrounded him, he stopped hearing the whispers of the trees, and his skin could no longer feel the cold. With that final loss of feeling he dropped from the old willow, and with one loud crunching noise he was dead.
Now his lifeless body hung from the old willow tree. While he hung there though his old love laid dead in her bath tub with her wrists cut in a nice long vertical motion. If Alexander checked his voice mail he would have heard her say “ I love you, I love you for who you are, I love you right now and I am sorry I hurt you. Now I am dead, I am sorry for this.”, just as if she bothered to read his text before she cut her wrist they might have both lived. Two people now are dead, two people who had broken hearts , and caused there own deaths. One killed himself because he lost his only love, the other killed herself because she pushed her love away. I guess the expression love kills is true.
By: Alexander Miller.
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