Ideations
She was expended. Fully. She wrote her final list of thoughts to people whose names she marked with both first and last so messages would not be mixed. She left these valedictions on her antique roll-top desk, neatly stacked beneath a worry stone her therapist had given her four years ago when they went their separate ways. She placed a USB full of photos, things that her friends and family might want access to, next to the letters beneath the anxious rock. She piled what she figured to be about a week’s worth of food and water in ten bowls around the house for her two cats. She hoped that someone would discover her and the cats well before the food was up. She had stolen a Walther PPK from her friend's closet earlier that morning, having not only known where he kept it, but also that she shouldn’t take the easier to access Glock 19 in his nightstand.