She just swallowed the last of the tablets. One sticks in her throat. She gags, she can't swallow it. After it is done, she goes and stands at the window. A smile creeps onto her face , as she looks outside and the sun-drenched garden, 'Because,' she thinks, 'This will be the last summer's day I'll ever see.'. She said, at the age of ten - she was a precocious chid - to Ruby, that she would die young. She wanted too. She didn't want to last. She's been here before, too many times, she's seen enough. She doesn't need life anymore, she wants death.

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