>A rope hung from a fan, a small girl stood on a chair, her neck in the noose, as she mouthed the word goodbye. The chair began to wobble as she had only one foot on the wooden device, all the horrid, painful memories flushed over her; that just took it. The chair fell down, only leaving Aqua hanging peacefully, no more sorrow, no more pain. And no more living. It's a shame that it became to this, but...she couldn't do it anymore.