[ WP ] Suicidal people can choose to `` gift '' remaining years to other people on Earth .

The sharp aroma of gunpowder invades my awareness in a last struggled breath. 
 
 The lingering feeling of relief washes over my last thoughts. 
 
 A warm fluid seeps through my hair on the tile below as the world begins to fade from my vison. 
 
 I feel a familiar sense of comfort as the man draped in black cloth takes my chin in his hand, he tilts my head to get a better look into my soul. I can ’ t see into his eyes for they are an abyss. 
 
 “ Who do you love then? ” he asks calmly. 
 
 “ What, I… everyone I guess. ” I reply. 
 
 The man pulls me from my body and twirls me around. I feel through the eyes of the many I could share my life with, there is so much pain and confusion. 
 
 “ You had such potential you know, but you let the world beat you down. ” 
 
 “ I know… ” 
 
 “ Perhaps we are fighting a losing battle here. ” He ponders calmly as he places me back into my body. 
 
 “ Can you love yourself? ” he asks. 
 
 “ I hope so… ” I reply hesitantly. 
 
 A sputtering of liquid and the taste of iron pull me back into the world as I cough face down into the pool below me. After some time I sit up cradling the blood soaked half of my face the bullet had clipped. 
 
 I cry, all I can feel is love, at last. 

