
Sassy Brit : If you knew you’d die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
Annabelle Hawthorne : I would get up early, because I would like to see the sun rise one last time. I would be miserable, the light would burn my eyes, but I would watch until the sun no longer kissed the horizon (Knowing my luck, it would be cloudy, but whatever).
I would spend the day with my immediate family. We would make a special trip, maybe to a zoo or a museum. I would try to give a thousand percent to leave them with some lasting memories of me.
Dinner would be ridiculous. Everyone would get their favorite dish, and if the weather is nice, we will eat outside. We will play games and I will ignore the dishes piled up in the sink. Someone else can do them.
As the evening winds to a close, I will crawl into bed and wait until the house is asleep. Then I will sneak away and drive to the middle of nowhere where I can properly see the night sky and drop a pair of letters in the mail on the way there. I will call a couple of my closest friends and tell them how much they mean to me, and that I love them.
Once in the middle of nowhere, I will send a couple of texts to a phone number I haven’t used in ages. I will drink the wine that I brought with me while gazing at the stars above. I will cry at how beautiful they are, and mourn that my time is near. I will be drunk and exhausted, and with any luck, Death will come looking for me after I have sobbed myself to sleep.
As for what happens next? Well…that’s something we will all find out for ourselves, someday. But you may now be asking yourself “What about those letters and texts?”
One of those letters is to my spouse, explaining everything and telling them how much they have meant to me. It will be beautiful, there will be tears, and I will leave passwords so they can log into my accounts and properly close them down.
The other letter is an ominous tale about someone who was once in my life who screwed me over hard. The story itself isn’t important, but the result was that they (in a literal sense) tried to take everything from me. I will tell a weird story about being contacted by them about making amends and that I find it strange that they want to meet me in the middle of nowhere and I am sending the letter as a precaution.
Those texts? The first one says “I know you said not to text or call you, but I can’t seem to find you out here.” The second text says “Nevermind, I see you, who’s your friend?”
Is it vindictive? Very. Petty, even? Perhaps. Deserved? Very much so. But when they find my corpse in the middle of the woods by tracing my cell signal, the police will (at the very least) make this person’s life incredibly uncomfortable for a bit, and that is why they will me with a very large smile on my face next to an empty box of wine.
Sassy Brit : Now you have ME thinking… Thanks!!
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