“Act on your impulse”

Three separate highways intersect at a place no reasonable person would ever want to go.

Three lives that would have been cut short, if not for hasty interventions by loved ones. Or Fate.

Three people, with nothing at all in common except age, proximity, and a wish to die.

Three tapestries, tattered at the edges and come unwoven to reveal a single mutual thread. 

You wish you could turn off the voices, turn off all of the sound. You yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. You long to cast away yesterday, cast away the memory. You pray that you could somehow stop the uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, and somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.