Those blood-shot eyes screamed heart-break all over, yet again.
He took a glance at his wrist and grinned wickedly, almost like a kid.
The swiss knife did a pretty nice and neat job, he thought.
The pain had begun to slacken, as he slowly went off his senses and moved towards dreamscape.
Even though, his reddened eyes screamed vengeance, he could do nothing about it.
The doctors tried, and the nurses chanted silent prayers.
That's it, he said. and then he arised. He tore the ventilator pipes off his system.
When he reached the door of the cabin, he felt like turning back. And so he did.
They were busy zipping him up and the mortuary guys were pulling the strecher in.
He smiled at his flesh. He had never felt this way. this better.
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