A Story.

She sits by the kitchen counter, waiting for the clock to strike 2 so she can smoke another cigarette.

He sleeps on his bed peacefully, not knowing she was awake.

Troubling thoughts enter her mind and she covers her ears in hopes that more won’t come.

He sleeps on his bed peacefully, not hearing the voices in her head or the grinding of her teeth.

She curls up on the sofa, thoughts running through her mind like traffic on a highway: loud, unapologetic and real.

He sleeps on his bed peacefully, not hearing the loud honking of her thoughts and not seeing the warning signs telling him to wake up.

She’s on the roof now. Looking down from the ledge, she’s never felt more at peace.

She smiles, and then jumps.

He sleeps on his bed peacefully.

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