November 1st, 2024

It was nothing but a normal afternoon. Except, it was silent.

You bed was messy, just as you left it the night before. No one came down stairs from your room and everything was left untouched. 

Your books and sketch books scattered along the floor. Your computer shut and never to be opened again.

The neighbors will never have noise complaints ever again because there would be no one next door who would spend hours upon hours on call with friends, laughing and screaming while gossiping some stories.

Your parents would never have to worry about reminding you to do chores or someone trying to talk to them when they’re in the middle of something important.

Maybe your friends would move on with their lives one way or another. They’ll probably live to be something great and credit your life as something inspiring.

And most importantly. You won’t have to worry about writing another word in your life. No more stressing over work that’s due or fantasy stories to fill your dull day to day life. Because the note on your desk, the one you’ve neatly folded and tucked into a notebook just visible enough so someone could see, would be your last.

The least you could do is to let people know about your whereabouts instead of worrying where you could be. Because either way, there’s no coming back.