"They're, they're both dead," Melchior couldn't believe it, his best friend and the woman he loved, both gone forever. He couldn't handle it. They only people he cared about. Gone. Fucking gone. Before he realized what was going on, he was shaking. He slumped over her grave. He can't see through his tears. There's a sinking feeling in his gut. He knows there's only one way this can end. He can't be without them. He can't go on without Moritz or Wendla or the baby that never was. He knows he's never going back to that school. Or home. Or anywhere else for that matter. This cemetery will be the last place he will ever see, that he's certain of. He reached for the blade in his pocket. It would only take a couple deep cuts to end it all, and that's what he planned on doing. And that's what he did. Without thought he plunged the knife deep into his wrist and pulled down. The blade ripped through his skin like his scream ripped through the silent night. Everything got dark.