He stood there staring at the rope, "I tied it well", he thought. The loop of the rope dangled to the rhythm of the wind.
This was the quickest exit from this misery called life. He was going to end it all. Suicide was the best option, nothing else would have provided a quick exit from the whole wretchedness.
He climbed the block he had arranged under the tree; directly beneath the swaying rope. He placed the rope around his neck, and was about to push away the block, immediately the euphony of playing flute filtered into his ear. He paused, and listened for a moment; the melody was telling a story, a sad story.
"Who could this sad person be?" he thought.
Slowly, he removed the loop from around his neck, stepped down from the block, and followed the direction the melody was coming from.
She was sitting under a tree, so beautiful she was. He listened for a while and hot tears escaped from his eyes. He could relate to the story embedded in the melody.
"What is your name?" he asked.
Sophia, she replied. "That flute just saved my life, what is your story? "
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