Suicide Notes A Novel Novels & Stories

092 **Alora’s POV** I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets cold where Stanley should’ve been. My stomach dropped for a second, wondering if last night—his hands, his whispers—meant nothing. Then I saw the note on his pillow, his handwriting bold and messy: *Gone to work. See you later, honey.* I smiled, feeling warm inside. Typical Stanley, always knowing how to make me feel wanted.

That truth lingered long after others looked away. Still, the truth of my rebirth stayed hidden - just like the way I was killed. Yet both lay underneath, untouched. Back at the desk, I opened the notebook along with the secure tablet. Thoughts spilled onto pages about the evening mess - comments tossed around, changes in loyalties among directors, how Gwen could barely hide her anger. The mirror was forgotten as lines filled the paper. After that, the folder came open - inside, everything about how I died before. My notes stared back, piece by piece.

“Okay, ma’am. We’re working on the case now.” Inside, camera flashes popped as forensic photographers took pictures of everything: the broken wineglass lying on the floor, the strange stillness of the “suicide” scene, and the faint smell of bleach hanging in the air. The deputy officer shouted, “Search everywhere! I want no stone left unturned!” A junior officer ran up holding a laptop. “We found a suicide note.” “Okay, show this to the best friend.” Ariana looked at the note. “This sounds like Christina she complained about her job and not getting promoted. But… she never writes ‘xoxo’ in her notes.”

Cameron said, engulfing my hand in his,"You will figure out everything he was talking about when you go to Mumbai. You can call me anytime, alright? I will be there." The only words he had written on his suicide note, the note that had been found tucked in his hand as he crashed right into his death were – I am letting go. Shayla, never let the curiosity inside you die, instead, take a deep breath whenever you need, and fan the fire of curiosity burning deep in your soul. I can not let the curiosity inside me die.

The place was clean and tidy, but the state of it was not at its best compared to the entire mansion and its decoration. What could be the reason that out of all the other places this was the only one that is not being taken care of? My eyes fell on the bookshelves and curiously I began to take a look at the books. Most of them were either poetry or plays, only a few were novels. One or two even had handwritten notes on them. At first, I ignored the notes but then suddenly my eyes fell on the name written t the end of one of the notes. Carolina....

He could feel it like an itch beneath his skin. ** ** ** Later, as Camille showered before their beach excursion, Alexander finally checked the message, standing on the terrace where he could hear approaching footsteps. *Found something big. Richard's suicide note mentioned Victoria Kane BY NAME. Police report redacted this detail at family's request. Original copy located in cold case files. Call immediately.*