bennybum

The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. At his computer he types his legacy, hoping one day someone will read it. The printer prints. He binds the pages of his life, thoughts and torment. He takes a gun from his draw...

Investigators flood the scene, flashbulbs and body bags. Cameras whirring as the macabre is saved in time. His sticky legacy left on a bedside table. Next to his head. Open it on a page titled 'love'

The page was blank.