Betrayed. Broken. Those two words had led me here.

The winter wind kissed the wetness from my eyes as I stared out over the city. I listened to thick metal doors grind into place as the nightly ritual began. The city was shutting down in preparation of things to come.

Anxiety poured into my mind. There would be no rescuing me. This was it, my fate was sealed. Now all there was to do was wait.

I leaned back on the cool tomb and looked up at the darkening sky. The icy coldness of smooth granite pierced through my shirt, complemented by the chilly wind that swept over me.

I wondered how long I would have to wait before they would come for me. Would there be one or many? Or by some miracle, or misfortune, would I be rescued from the fate that I had placed on myself at the last moment.

It wasn’t likely. Even the police station stopped patrolling at 6 PM, only responding to the most serious of calls after that time. No one would see me out here to call in a rescue. That is why I picked this place.

I honestly hadn’t been sure that I would have the balls to stay outside. I had contemplated suicide many times before but never had the nerve to follow through. But I suppose that this wasn’t really suicide if someone else was going to kill me. Perhaps that’s what made it easier.

There were few clouds in the purple sky, none of which made comforting shapes. Every one of my senses was heightened as the echo of the steel doors faded into the distance. I decided to stay concentrated on the clouds, I didn’t want to see it coming.

A quick death. I felt like I deserved at least that much for all that I had been through. My entire life had seemed like a never-ending tragedy. This would just be the icing on the cake.

The minutes seemed to last forever as I watched the sky change from bruised purple to a dark shade of blue. Every crackle of leaves brushing against each other in the wind blown trees sent a shiver of fear down my spine at the thought that one of them might be lurking. That the overwhelming pain of my jugular being crushed might only be seconds away, feet away from me, and I’d never even know it because I chose to be so naïve.

Naivety, that is another thing that led me here, just one of my many seemingly psychological flaws. The fairytale life that I kept trying to pretend existed was over. Life doesn’t get any better, and more often than not the hero doesn’t get the girl. Bad things happened to good people, and one innocent mistake could lead to a lifetime of pain and regret. How could that possibly be a world worth living in?

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