“Crisis hotline,” a voice said. Calm. Human. Real. “This is David. What’s going on tonight?”
“Bullshit,” he said aloud. The word hung in the stale air like a spell breaking.
Leo laughed. A sharp, barking sound that scared the cat off the couch. April 15th. That was today . He checked his phone. 2:48 AM. Which meant… www.death clock.com
He typed: What choice?
He called his ex-wife. She didn’t answer either. He didn’t leave a message. What could he possibly say? “Hey, Sam. Remember how you begged me to go to therapy, and I said I’d rather die? Well, funny story…” “Crisis hotline,” a voice said
But Leo wasn’t watching anymore.
He opened a new tab. He typed: www.deathclock.com/terms The word hung in the stale air like a spell breaking
He typed: Leonardo Frank Warren. D.O.B: 04/12/1987. Gender: M. Country: USA. Lifestyle: Smoker (1 pack/day). Sedentary. History of depression. No current medication.
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