End Me, Mend Me
He sat on the edge of my bed, gently stroking the back of my hand.
"Get some rest. I'll send you abroad to recuperate," he said.
I shook my head and replied weakly, "No need. I want to leave."
I didn't say it aloud, but I wanted to leave him and this world. Just one more day, and I would be free.
He suddenly pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he wanted to fuse me into himself.
"Don't say that. Evelyn, please…"
On the last day before I planned to die, Ricky's funeral was finally arranged. The service was held in a small chapel, and I was the only one there to mourn him.