I wrap my arms around myself. It is quite cold out here. I suddenly wish I hasn't left my cloak laying on my bed. Not that I will need it in a moment anyway.
I am staring into nothing. Empty black sky. There are no stars tonight. Is that a sign? Some testament to what I am about to do? Not that it matters.
I wonder who will find me first. I wonder if they will cry. I wonder if it will matter to them at all. I wonder if it will matter to you.
Your face flashes behind my eyes and a wave of pain washes over me. I force it down.
I run my finger along the edge of the razor. I don't intend to use it, but the feel of cold steel in my hands is comforting.
No, I have thought about this long and hard. And I have found a method both painless and quick.
The poison is coursing through me right now. The empty flask is beside my feet.
If it weren't for you, I would never have known how to make it. You should be proud.
You didn't want them to know. Now they never will. I am doing this for you, you know. I hope you know that.
I am getting weak. My vision is becoming slightly blurred.
You can be with him now. You can be happy. This is what you wanted. I swore I would take our secret to the grave.
The razor drops from my hand. My breathing is becoming slow.
I can no longer feel the cold. Or much of anything really. Not that it matters.
You are the only thing that matters.
You always were.
Please don't forget me.
I did this for you.