02-07 - The freedom

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(Published 25-Oct-2020 22:54:46)

 Horror story for an immortal

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* Sweet release *


Marcus stood on the ledge, heart in his throat, as the wind took turns slamming him against the wall and warring with his hands.


* I just need to let go and I will be free *


Marcus closed his eyes and remembered the smell of waffles, the scent of his mother's sweat after she came home from working all night, the smell of abandoned rooms uncared for. He remembered the brilliant autumn evenings, the crisp winter snow, the intense colors of a fresh dawn on a Spring day, the deep red of the blood on wood when his son slipped and hit his head on the dining room table. He remembered how it felt to miss his sister, his wife, his kids, everyone. He knew he would be missed - but he didn't want to feel empty any longer.


* This will release them too *


Feeling deep in his chest that this was the most compassionate path, Marcus closed his eyes, held his dead six-year-old son's smiling face in his minds eye, and jumped.


The fall ended quickly. His bones shattered on impact - ribs pierced lungs, skull pierced brains, and no single bone remained unbroken.


And Marcus wept.


* I wish I could die *

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