Everyone's dead.

She's the only once left.

How could they? She bitterly thinks.

She's been left alone, left to carry on. Left with the ragged remains of love. Left with tears
cascading down her face. Left alone.

In her hands is her savior.

Rope was invented to hold things together. Now it will hold her body in the air.

The corse material rubs against her neck and pulls tight as she steps off of the chair.

She kicks, stuggleing against the lack of oxygen. But, before too long, she stops kicking. The
darkness envlopes her.

She falls into the void.