Lost track of how many times I've been disappointed... Memories of these sudden impulses, heart racing scenarios have happened many times before, despite the outcome always being disappointment.
After 'suicide', the character automatically returns to the revival point in the city. The loss from such a death is meaningless to her.
She chose to log off at the original location.
Staring blankly at the screen for a while, she suddenly lay her head on the table... Eventually, still laying there, she reached out to open the drawer.
The arm and hand trembled slowly, inside it lay objects that could temporarily detach her from this disappointment and pain.
It was a delicate small knife.
She gripped the knife in her right hand, then gently pulled back her left arm's sleeve, pressing the cold blade against her skin — nearly flawless, if not for the long and thin scars that marred it.
