An Early Departure

Jake held his hand over the flickering candle's warm glow. He thought for a moment, checking his options, but his heart was already set, heavy, and final. He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a notebook and his favorite pen, the special one he had bought during his visit to Canada with his wife on their honeymoon.

Thinking of Rachel brought forth another wracking sob, but he angrily scrubbed at his eyes with his hands and bent over the notebook. One single tear fell on the paper; brushing it away, he began to write.

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My life has, to this point, been fruitful, loving, and fulfilling. With the passing of my beloved wife Rachel, however, I find myself in a much darker situation.

If you are reading this, the deed has already been done, and there is no need to worry anymore. No need to feel this pain anymore. I can’t cope with it. Even my sleeping hours are plagued by dreams of her passing.

Therefore, it is my personal decision that I should go join my wife in death. This was no one’s fault, and no one should harbor any feelings of guilt or sorrow. Be glad in my passing, and do not mourn me, because I will always be there for my family and friends. Even now.

Those of you who will call me selfish, or foolish… Go fuck yourself.

Cassie, don’t let your boyfriend upset you. You’re better than him, and you deserve better.

Jim, keep moving on, one step at a time. Don’t let life drag you down.

Rachel, I love, love, love you, and I come now to join you. I love the rest of you as well, and I hope that you will be able to remember me with positive feelings. I hope you’ll forgive me some day.

All the best

J.

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With a sigh, Jake let his pen fall to the floor. He observed his hands momentarily; they did not tremble.

"So, then... It's all set," he said to the empty room. Turning around, he picked up the old revolver.

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The surrounding neighbors all heard one distinct, final shot. As most good neighbors would, they immediately called the police, but that made no difference: Jake was utterly dead by the time they reached the scene.