[ WP ] `` You may have one wish granted . '' `` I want all my debts cleared . '' `` How much do you owe ? '' `` You misunderstand . My debts are not monetary . ''

I struggled to kill myself that morning. 
 
 
 The bottle tinkered down the stairs, the wooden steps echoing the hollow plastic that filled my life. As darkness filled my vision that fateful day, I closed my eyes to the embrace of eternal slumber. 
 
 
 When I woke to the sterile smell of a hospital emergency room, flanked on both sides by doctors, nurses and... police officers. The day faded between a lighter teal, a pale blue and badges, insignia, titles, Mr's Mrs's, Misses and the lot. If there was a hell, I had surely woken up in the hot seat. 
 
 
 That was all before her. 
 
 
 She was the one that called the ambulance. She was the one that held my hand as the social workers interrogated my parents. She was the one that embraced me the longest when I returned home. 
 
 
 She was the one at the wedding altar. 
 
 
 Graying hair, a feigned fatigue plagued my bones. It was rumored that magic was real, all you had to do was ask for permission. Sixty three years of marriage, warts and all, I owe it all to her. The small moments of the smell of her hair, the colours of her eyes, all so clear now. 
 
 
 Finding myself in the extraordinary position of closure, I stood before a magical wisp. `` You may have one wish granted.'' It's voice boomed in the small room. 
 
 
 `` I want all my debts cleared.'' 
 
 
 Nodding with a slight disappointment, he replied. `` How much do you owe.'' 
 
 
 `` You misunderstand. My debts are not monetary.'' The wisp raised a figurative eyebrow. `` My debt to my lover. Mabel. Everything.'' 
 
 
 Narrowing its eyes, the wisp held his silence for a moment before quietly asking for confirmation. `` Are you certain this is your wish?'' 
 
 
 Nodding, I smiled. `` I owe it all to her.'' The wisp closed his eyes, and faded away, only leaving a small canister and a note. 
 
 
 It was a white plastic bottle. The note read, *Join her. * Popping the bottle open, the faintest hint of a memory came back to me. That fateful day. I gulped down the pills, and waited for darkness to come to me. 
 
 
 *I'm coming. * I thought to myself, before I fell to the ground.
