Alexander was just so tired.

He felt drained all the time, everything was so taxing for him to do. He did the bare minimum at his job everyday and started isolating himself.

Anything to make the loss on everyone else easier.

He had been planning it for months now, the life insurance policy, the money stashed away, the pills. You'd be fine if he was just... gone.

He had already made up his mind.

"Honey," Alexander says quietly as he walks through the door, "I'm home."