ten

this early morning walk, it brings me and you to the waterfront. both a crossroads and an ending. through your mind run questions about me, unsure of the story. how we got here, what we’re doing here, and all the reasons why.

setting the scene for my first suicide.

the night is gone and a light is rising out of the eastern sky. the comfort of the surrounding darkness is retreating. i take one more breath, and over my shoulder i look you in the eye. you're holding your breath, your face an expression of attempting to understand what comes next.