Romy sat in her bedroom with her head in her hands. All she had wanted out of life was to finally find happiness, but it had yet to happen. She was surrounded by people who loved her, but the darkness in her heart seemed to consume her. No matter what she did, she couldn't seem to shake it off.
She had tried for years to make sense of it, but nothing seemed to work. Every day brought a new wave of despair that she had been trying to fight for so long.
She was tired of trying. She had tried to smile, to laugh, to do whatever she thought might help, but nothing could.
The gun on her bedside table suddenly seemed all too inviting. She had bought it for protection, but now it was her only escape. She could find the solace she had been desperately searching for, and this seemed the only way.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the gun and put it to her head. She closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn't have to fight the darkness anymore.
She pulled the trigger and the darkness won.
