A life that almost passed away.

He ran towards nowhere, in desperate need of finding somewhere to hide. He had done it again, he had hurt the soul he valued the most on Earth. He had to find an end for this, it couldn't be taking him so long to realize that in the end it was always the same stuff, always the same person, that unique soul that danced at the rythm of his heart, the one that had received all the winds and more.

He reached his favourite tree in about five minutes, the cold of the night chilling in his back, but he didn't care, sooner or later everything would be over, he would return to where he belonged, no person to harm, no souls to hurt. He didn't really mean something to anybody, they would be happy if he was gone, he'd release them from what they thought was love. Nobody could love him, there was no way he could mean that much to anybody.

He pulled the sharp object from the pocket inside his coat, and chose the tallest branch he could get to. He sat in a comfortable position, and stared at the scalpel in his left hand. He knew that the right went first, so that he could still use it with the left.

He smirked, knowing that it was the end of everything. He had finished writing what he wanted to write, saying what he wanted to say, and even last night he had planted a tree. There was nothing left for him here, he already visited the places around the world he wanted to know, met the people he wanted to meet.

Still smiling, he whispered his last wish, for that soul to be happy. And as he cut the tender skin, thin lines shed a crimson river. He felt no pain, how could he? Many people had already suffered because of him, he believed he deserved that pain.

How ignorant were the ones that said he didn't. That said he was worth it.

Like perfect surgeon he painted in red his left wrist, and then the right, feeling slowly how the strength abandoned him, how his heartbeat slowed down, how his breath became harder. 'Only one more cut, he thought, only the final cut, and it'll be over.' He smiled in pleasure seeing the blood flow free out of his veins, seeing the river he created, seeing the wasted life. He always loved blood.. and so did her. 'Beautiful.' He whispered. And in his closed eyes, a vision of a new world started forming, a sparkle of hope. At the same time, a star faded, and without understanding it deeply, he noticed a nostalgic feeling in his heart. 'Yes.. I'll miss her..' he said to himself.

Yet, it had to be over. He knew it was going to be the best for everyone, for everyone that had ever loved him, for the only one he loved.

Would it?

A single doubt made him stop from making the last movement. Then, another, different sound brought him back to reality. He stared at his cellphone ringing in his bag. How could he had been so idiot to forget to turn it off?

Curiosity took over him, and he answered the call. The voice on the other side couldn't have been more clear, more innocent.

'Hi, sweetheart. Where are you? I'm waiting for you, coming back home today right? I'm ready to go for a walk just with you tonight. I have to share so many things with you. I have a life, to share with you.'