The Month of April
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: Do Not Own!
She was crying. She walked around one more time. Smiling through her tears. Remembering the good times. The Good Times.
She walked into the room her and Roger shared. She picked up one of his shirts, and held it to her face, letting the tears stream.
She set it down and walked toward the bathroom.
The tub was filled with water. She opened the cabinet and pulled out her make up, and made her face. She rifled through her bag, looking for that lipstick. That horrible color that made her look pale, and her teeth yellow. But Roger had gotten it for her. Hand shaking, she wrote her last love note to Roger.
On the last word it broke, and she let it drop onto the counter. She savagely grabbed Roger's razor. She'd used it before of course, not telling Roger that she secretly shaved with it, but this was for a difference use.
She lowered herself into the tub, clothes and all. Her sobs became uncontrollable, her body shaking.
She began to take deep breaths.
She began, and before long she felt sweet relief from her life. All of a sudden, all the pain she had ever felt came back at her. She knew she was dying, and she couldn't stop it.
I'm sorry Roger, I'm so sorry