The alley was welcoming.

The rain embracing.

The gun glinting.

The trigger promising.

Promising to end my pain.

End my suffering.

End my ever-lasting misery.

My ever-growing pain.

My fingers slid over to the trigger and felt it.

I toyed with the gun, my tears mixing with the rain that poured down my cheeks.

I put the gun to my head.

I shut my eyes.

Whispered goodbye.

And went to end my life.