To do it.

A japanese wooden box, actually a suitcase laid out on the sand. Behind him a remote control Land Rover Lr3 toy car. A thumb drive in his hand which carries information and photos of those who means the most to him. A torn shirt which was given from his mom is currently being worn by him. One phone that doesn’t fully function anymore is turned on. Plus one more phone that works which is turned off. A pair of Nike Crown Low, old and soggy sits within the suitcase. Next to it are some cds that he rarely listened to but likes it to be there for show of sentimental value. There was a pair of reading glasses with black frames and another with green frames. The black frames didn’t belonged to him but he kept it anyway. It was the only way he could still feel her all this time. A couple of the cards from the arcade is placed in there – the only thing that was left as proof that he ever spent time with his close guy friends. The water from the shore is quickly coming closer and closer. The xanax he held in one hand would give him the courage he needed to continue with his next action. He swallowed the pills and picks up a dull blade. It cuts thru after several try, he just never expected the pain to be so vivid.

Should have waited for the pills to kick in he thought.

He took one last look at the car behind him, then turned to gaze at the stars. Hopefully after a few more talks inside of him – he will come to pass under the stars and later swept away by the sea.

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