100WC Week #7 ’18

I didn’t want to be in this life anymore. I snuck out of my room at midnight on that fateful night, hoping for death. I went down the stairs quietly and went out the front door. As the door slammed, I knew I had made the right choice. I strolled down the street, taking in the last few hours of my life. I arrived at the sheer cliff at the side of the town, just as tears started to fall, and realisation of what I was going to do arose. I said my last words, and plummeted to my death.

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