She ran down the hall, screaming in terror. As she approached his shadowed silhouette, crouched on the floor, all the past came rushing back. Did he succeed this time? She noticed an ever-expanding pool of blood collecting around him, as he stooped on his knees. He looked up at her with a bloody grin; the kind of nightmarish grin that you can never shake from your memory. The knife was still clutched in his hand. He sputtered some expletives at her, and turned away. He was truly ashamed that he had gutted himself to end his morbid existence, but he felt there was no other way. Tears rolled from her eyes; partly from the horror, and partly from the profound sadness that radiated from this poor creature. She picked up the phone to dial 911, but as she was about to dial the last "1", she paused. Perhaps it would be inhumane to call for help at this point. Maybe he really would be better off this way. She talked and reminisced with him for the next forty five minutes, as he laid there, slowing bleeding to death. She gently kissed him on the forehead, and slowly shut the door behind her. This is what he wanted... "Good-bye my troubled love... Good-bye"...