12 hours after I left. (Yellow September)

12 hours after I left.

Yes, you understood me.

I'm no longer here.

And during that time, I saw so many things while I cried for this world.

My mother, hugging a piece of clothing that still carried my scent.

How did I have the courage to do this to the first and only woman who ever loved me in this world?

For the first time, I saw my father cry.

And I think I died a second time right there.

As tough as he always seemed, he was the one who waited for me on the living room couch in the middle of the night, just to see if I was okay.

My brother was still lost.

He kept looking for me in the places where we used to have fun.

And it was then that I realized... there's no such thing as a happy life.

In fact, that's the biggest lie told to make you believe your life is worthless, when in reality, happiness is just moments and experiences we go through—it's not the final destination.

I went to visit my friends, and they looked so different.

They no longer had that smile on their faces.

I was always the friend who loved to bring a smile to each one of them.

But when I left, I took everything they had with me.

Lastly, I went to visit my body, and in it, I could see every little dream I had.

But it was like looking in the mirror and not seeing my own reflection.

Taking your own life takes a lot of courage.

And today I'm here asking myself…

Why didn't I use that courage to live?

Well, it's too late now.

And now, I truly feel... alone.

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I know this has nothing to do with the book you're reading, but I decided to add this short text in honor of September, and if you're ever in need of help, don't be ashamed to ask for it.

Once a small boy asked a horse... "What's the bravest thing you've ever said?" And the horse replied: "Help me."

After all, asking for help is not giving up... it's refusing to give up.

Book: The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and The Horse.

Good Monday for all!