“Forgive me, Helena,” I choked out.
Taking hold of the hot poker, I watched as the black shaft faded into a white-hot tip.
Out of all the times I thought it was over, this was really it.
Tears flooded down my cheeks, my cries broken and soft.
Tired, I was so tired.
I chugged what I could of the remaining whiskey, disposing of the decanter onto the wooden floor. It shattered, whiskey and glass spilling across the floor.
And I took the poker, turned the blazing tip toward my chest. A knot tightened in my throat.
My eyes came to the ceiling, “I will not live eternity without you.”
With one fluid movement, I shoved the iron deeply into my heart.
THE END