Dear Gabby

I saw the envelope by the night stand. He left me a note to tell me he didn’t love me anymore.

Our marriage had fallen apart, despite my efforts to fix things. He had decided to leave me and thought the best way to let me know was by leaving a note on the night stand. I couldn’t bring myself to open it.

I wept like a child. Succumbing to my sadness and exhaustion I fell asleep in our bed.

He came home around 3am. I pretended to be asleep. We could talk in the morning. He crawled into bed next to me and put his arms around me.

My body froze. I hadn’t felt his touch in so long. I stared at the envelope, I was wrong. That letter I was so afraid of was his apology. I turned around and held him close.

My lips longed to taste his kiss and we lost ourselves in the night.

“I’ll be right back” I whispered as I got up to run to the restroom, I stumbled in the darkness, feeling my way to the bathroom light. The light flickered and I saw him.

My husband, still wearing his suit and tie from work sprawled on the bathroom floor lying in a river of blood that had escaped from his wrists.

My heart pounded and my mind spun in circles, I ran back to our room, “He was just there, this is all a nightmare.”

The bed sheets were in disarray but he was nowhere to be found. I reached for the envelope trying to make sense of what had happened, inside rested his suicide note.

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Credits to: norathedestroya