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[Trigger warning: suicide]

//Note: as this writing is on the darker side, I am worried it might not fit in a cozy place like this, and the only reason I'm posting here is that I don't post anywhere else. I really enjoyed thinking through this concept, though if this writing is too depressing, I'm happy to remove it.

A figure lay spread eagle, rain pelting their body, caressed by the rough unforgiving pavement. The streetlights cycled but they knew nothing would be coming. Physical pain was now meaningless as they felt their sanity erode away.

They didn't know why, but some time a few years ago every living being disappeared. While strange, the only remaining person fought tooth and nail to survive. Though as time ticked away they felt the isolation begin to crush their soul. After a few years and having fallen into a depression, they decided to end it all.

They pressed the handgun to their temple and resolutely pulled the trigger. And though a circle around their temple was burnt severely at the exit of the barrel, as well as a warm trickle of blood now traced its way down their face, they were still very much alive with brain intact.

The years passed and the person tried everything they could think of to end themselves, starting down a list of what they though would be least painful to most, but nothing worked. Even after starving themself, they woke up in a hospital bed with an IV.

Now they were doing the one last thing that brought them any solace, feeling the rain at night in a dense cityscape (it helped block out the lack of foliage). And as their emaciated body started giving out for the umpteenth time they asked again to the void, "How much longer will I keep my sanity?... Please... Kill me." and for the first time, the void answered.