All I found in his office was an open window, and a note that simply read, “You were right, nothing matters, none of it.” I felt a chill run up my spine as I read the words. I had come to my therapist’s office with a newfound hope that life was worth living, but now it seemed like all hope had been extinguished.
I cautiously stepped closer to the window and peered outside. I saw a figure standing on the edge of the building, silhouetted against the night sky. I gasped as I recognized the figure as my therapist. He had jumped.
I stepped away from the window, feeling a wave of sadness and guilt wash over me. Had I been wrong to believe that there was still hope? I thought back to the note, and the words echoed in my mind. Nothing mattered, none of it.
I slowly walked out of the office, my heart heavy with grief. I had come here seeking comfort and reassurance, but instead I had found a chilling reminder of how fragile life could be. I had been right, nothing mattered, none of it.