It was late and the house was silent. Tom came home from work late a lot, so the silence was expected. By this time, Marie was in bed and his dinner, the evening newspaper, and the mail were waiting for him on the table. Tom closed the door and walked down the short hall to the kitchen. Everything was set on the table. He quickly looked through the mail and went over to the bin to throw an unwanted advertisement away. Tom noticed a crumpled piece of his wife’s stationary inside. He picked it up and opened it.
My Dearest Tom,
I’ve been a good wife; attentive, loving, dedicated. Even after the accident, I stayed with you because I thought I loved you. I did at first, but now loving you seems a very silly notion. I will be ending my live at ten-thirty. If you care to say goodbye, come to me at the Manhattan Bridge.
Tom stared at the paper for a few seconds, dumbfounded. A thousand thoughts went through his mind. What is going on? Why was she planning to do this? He look quickly at his watch. It was 9:50. Tom grabbed his coat and left his apartment.
“Stop the car!” The taxi stopped with a jolt. Tom threw open the door and waved the taxi on quickly. He turned to his wife who was sitting on the railing of the bridge, staring at her feet. At first glance, it would seem she was just relaxing here, deep in thought. No one would guess that she going jump of the bridge soon.
Marie heard his footsteps. She raised her head and her eyes widened. “What are you doing here?”
Tom held up the letter. “I found this.”
“I threw that away. I didn’t want you to know I was going to do this.”
“Get down. We need to talk about this.”
She shook her head solemnly. “There is nothing to talk about, Tom. I made my decision.”
“Marie, you’re being irrational.”
“Why did you even come? You only care if I die, not if I live. Not living in the way of just breathing, but spreading my wings and following my dreams. I wanted to sail the world! And when I met you, I thought you understood, but you were just like everyone else. I found that out after the accident.”
“What are you talking about? We were fine after the accident.”
“You were fine, but I wasn’t!...