She leans over on her bed, and blows out the lone candle she has been using as a flickering light to guide her pen. She is done with her goodbyes, four letters sitting on her lap. One to her parents, one to each of her best friends, and one to her love. She sets three of the letters on the bedside table, and clutches the one to her lover to her breast. In her other hand, she cups a small vial of thick liquid. She whispers "I love you" and without hesitating throws her head back, letting the poison slide down her throat.