Heartbreaking

It was 2 in the morning. A 35-year-old man was lying on a chair, where dust was reflected under his glowing lamp. He felt the remaining warmness left on the sharp tip of injector; the brownish beads had entirely blended into his crimson blood while one or two tiny bubbles popped up and off on the surface.

A red spicy smell overflowed the glass tube holding in his hand. In a mixture, the smell sharpened his sleepy mind and went off. Reminding him the fact that he was left alone with solitude in a quiet isolated room.

He rose up from the chair, which several injectors lie upon it, and limped downstairs with imperfect paces. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty house.

Everything in the room was covered in dust-- a thick layer of dust. Photos hanging on each side of the wall were blurred, only showing fuzzy shapes of singular figures. Gleams from the neighborhood glittered in a perfect angle that stroke his eyes. On the contrary, the dim living room provide a tiny space that tolerated his existence.

Right next to where he was standing, there lay a inserted safe into the wall. Somehow he remembered, that was built a few months ago, right before his wife died. A gray sadness shone in front of his pupils, bringing tears out from corners of his exhausted eyes. She was the only person who he had lived on through his life.That day, she left in a silent dream, leaving him in a world of suffering and solitude. No one ever told him about the death of his wife, however. Only until the next morning he saw the name card posting outside the room was changed. Then, even his step-family refused to meet him, saying there was no relationship between them.

He knew what was waiting for him inside the safe. It was a letter, the last gift from his wife, which proved their love was true and had been real to the world. He was told by her, whom knew she would not have a long life, only open the safe when he was desperate toward his life.

After hesitating for a while, he rotated the scratched number lock. Though it seemed to be the first time in his life operating this, he felt a implied familiarity from the icy lock.

“09…31...63...” He murmured while he was handling the lock, how could he ever forget about his darling's birthday.

The safe was finally opened; a pale white letters lie in the little space. He grabbed the letter with no patience and smell the leftover smell on it. A smell of mum, of course, he knew that was her favorite.

As he opened the letter and flipped the blank piece of paper; a brief line of small but exquisite words emerged on the page: “Go to the balcony.”

“Wait, that’s it?” He fell into a sudden astonishment.

Was that it? The love of all the sweet memory and time they spent together were compressed into these feeble words? He could hardly control the vertigo lingering in his mind and collapsed on the sofa next to him. He thought of all possibilities, but still could not find a reasonable answer.

On the way to the balcony, he returned to his room and injected a couple more tubes of brown liquid to calm himself down.

In the moment he entered balcony, an enormous weight climbed up from his leg and tried to pulled him down to the underworld. Every step he made, force and screaming from behind increased. He gripped the letter tightly and focused his eyesight on the door. Right before he could touch the door with jalousies on, something rough but powerful grabbed his neck. He started to cough and spit a mouthful of blood.

However, he knew he could not stop. That was the place she want to be and probably the last connective place to their life. As soon as he thrust the door aside with all his strength, rays of sunlight snapped out from the frames and rushed into the room. All but in a sudden, the screaming along with the force were all gone. He leaned his body on the door with left strength fell onto the floor. The warmness from the first rays of sunlight soon covered his body into milk white serene. He saw his wife, who dressed in pure white with two giant wings on her back standing on the rails of the window, offering him her hands. She was so closed that he could just reach her by stepping out. Breeze swept all the pain he just received, and brought him into her warm hug.

A few seconds later, he crashed onto the hard concrete and splashed into pieces, saying goodbye to this ugly world. A piece of cut newspaper, which was held in his hand, slowly dropped out and fell into the pool of blood, turning into scarlet.