Perspiration trickled down my face as I glanced at the ticking clock; the hands were steadily moving towards the midnight hour. The harsh white glow of the desk lamp bore down on the letter, my final farewell to a life that had been filled with sorrow and regret. “… I...
![](https://englishfirstlanguage.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/synthesys_The_final_stroke_of_my_pen_signaled_the_end._My_conf_c52a4063-c8ad-46dd-885a-fae5b803de00-1024x675.png)