The empty bottle of pills is on the floor, the phones are disconnected. The damage is done. The colossal pain in my stomach is just the tip of the ice berg. I look at the room around me, the blurriness is becoming the new reality. The face in the mirror no longer reflects clear features. I can hear the fear in my panting and see the end approaching. Let me rewind just pick up the bottle from the floor, get the pills out of my sick system. Place the pills back to where they belong and hide them in the shelves, just lock these shelves and throw out the key. Reconnect the phone and just rethink the act, call him and revive, ventilate and cry out in despair. Reach out it might be fine.If I could then I would have. I have no energy to move, to think, to act or to lift the bottle off the floor.Maybe I do not want to, maybe I do! I cant get the pills out. I can not reach for the phone I disconnected it! My body is slowing down, my mind is busy pacing with thoughts. My heart is still beating still barely beating. I am shutting down. The world is is closing its curtains to end my scattered chapter. My heart is giving out. If I can just rewind to reunite. Maybe If I can just rewind I will,but IF is not just a two letter word... Farewell.