text: Today was the day. She picked it, or it picked her. When she got home, she made her arrangements, picked out her clothes, and prepared her goodbyes. That she set things in motion, alone in the house, she wrote a note to the people she cared about the most: her brother her mother, her friends, and her father. Nearly two years had passed since the beginning of what was likely the most peaceful time in her life, but it wasn't enough. It was time for her to go. The last thing she did was the call her dad. He didn't answer. He was out helping a friend, unaware that she was leaving. She texted him. "When will you be home?" No answer. She knew he would feel her leaving the hardest, but this was the best way. As she disappeared into the mist, she thought of all the people she loves in her life. All the people who cared so much, and how much they tried to help her. She thought of the people that hurt her, and how much she wants to blame them for everything. She said comfort in the fact that after tonight it would all be gone. It would all be over. She knew that no one would notice she was gone, for several hours. It was late. Tomorrow had its plans. Tomorrow had its... decisions. Tonight was what she had to herself. The world was asleep. ──────── He looked at his phone as he was leaving, and saw a missed call and a text wondering when he'd be home. It was late now, and he knew she'd be in bed, so he stuffed the phone back in his pocket and fished out his keys. After a long week, he was looking forward to a three day weekend. There was a sale at the garden store, and there was finally a chance to go to the movies. It had been a tough few months financially, nothing they couldn't handle, but things were finally leveling out. When he got home, his wife put the baby in bed, while he poked his head in the older children's room to see if they were asleep. Not a peep. It was a school night. He closed their door and went to his room. After a quick shower, and they went to bed. The next morning, as he was getting ready for work, he noticed that his children's bedroom light was on. This meant that his daughter had missed the bus again. His son gets up first, and leave the light on for when his sister gets up. It was not uncommon for her to be asleep in jeans and a t-shirt. She had a habit of doing that. She was also wearing her favorite hoodie of his; a simple black one with a funny phrase on the front. He will never wear it again. "Take the hoodie I am wearing off me before I am buried," her letter read, "so you will never forget me." He didn't remember calling out, but his wife was standing there in shock as he held his child in his arms. It was minutes... hours... days before the paramedics arrived, but they all knew. Clutching his phone in his hand, the world went black. "When will you be home?" showed on the screen before it too went black.