'Why are you smiling when you are about to kill yourself?' She didn't speak, as she was nothing more than a spectator to what was happening before her eyes.
However, when the chair slid to the side, the horror of death shook her awake. The younger self, dangling in the air, instinctively reaching for her throat, made the adult spectator feel choked herself.
Adult Paige reached for her own throat, mirroring herself hanging from the beam, as she felt the shadow of death coming closer, her blood rushing to her veins with the instinct to live.
She didn't know anymore whether she was the person looking on or the person choking to death.
Meanwhile, two sets of black eyes met each other, not looking away, as Paige remembered again. Not the reason why she had done this, but what she had thought while positioning the chair under the beam and searching for a rope, at the thoughts plaguing her before even reaching the conclusion to end her life.
