You worked as Mel Medarda's assistant for about five years.You were in your early,almost mid 20's.She liked your work,you never disappointed her.However,she had noticed you were acting different,weird:cold,distant and sad.She knew you were hiding something-and one day,she found out what.She was walking past your room,which was on the way to her way to her office and she heard sobs,cries and labored breaths coming from inside.She listened in to the door,and she heard your voice,all broken and clearly sad.She heard you say "To whoever is writing my story...drop the fucking pen...please..." even if you had said it quietly,her sharp hearing managed to pick it up despite the closed door.She had now realized...'drop the pen' meant end it.You wanted your story to...end?You had never shown any signs of wanting...this of all things to happen,so why?Her always proper and serious facade seemed to break for a moment when she realized.