[raynaartz]

"it's in front of you, you just have to make your way to it" and they're right.

the beautifully hanged red rope was in the window frame, adorned by moonlight, making it more alluring. an O shaped, suitable for your little neck.

nothingness.

numbness.

climbing the chair.

adjusting it on you, oh so beautifully fitting.

bidding goodbye softly, the last thing you'd see is the Moon.

except.. he rushed in and pulled you away in terror and tears. panting, frightened.