The Beautiful End

The next sixty seconds passed in agonizing slowness. Time seemed to be against him as well. But in the end, his time had come.
He raised his arms to the sky, cursing whoever had gave him this life. But he was finally going to take control.
He slowly leaned farther and farther forward until he seemed to float into the air. He expected the end to come quickly, but it happend more like the cartoons.
His descent gave him occasion to reflect once again on what had led him to this horrible, wonderful moment. He even had the sense to glide onto his back so he wouldn’t know when the end was near.
Just as he was getting to the precipitous point that had pushed him over the edge, the impact came. He felt no more pain, no more strife. He was finally free.

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