Suicide is an art

That fateful day Daniel got up at 10 am as usual. Dani, as his friends called him, was a young 30-year-old theater actor who was making his way in the art world and for whom experts predicted a great future since his last performances had been very successful.

That morning he showered and then had breakfast. He ate his favorite breakfast, French toast with honey accompanied by coffee with milk. Messi, his cat turned on his legs as if he wanted to be taken care of, or maybe not, it is said that cats have a sixth sense that allows him to feel all the anxiety that the human being can carry inside and that is how he turns the people's legs that manage to neutralize part of that anxiety. Perhaps Messi already sensed what his master was planning to do hours later, something that probably not even ten cats could have changed. It is that when a person is really determined to do something there is no one who can make him change his mind, those who say that some event made him change his mind was simply because he never decided to execute that plan, which was not the case with our character anymore it took days planning his last scene. His greatest work, for which he would be remembered forever.

It was a sunny Friday afternoon. To think that Fridays were always his favorite day. There were so many Fridays that he went out partying with his friends, especially with Miguel and Freddy who were always his unconditional friends and other times they were nights with pretty girls like Melissa and Diana but especially Lucía. How to forget her, not only for being so special but for being the last.

Just three months ago he had her in his arms. How not to remember the smell of his hair, the sound of his laugh and that look that disarmed him in 5 seconds. Lucia is one of those women impossible to forget.

Daniel got into his neon-colored car that he loved so much. The one you made so much effort to buy. To think that you had to work overtime to get it. But it was worth it, since it was an important piece in his plan.

He drove to the famous viewpoint, all the guys from the city iván hai with their girlfriends or just for a few drinks with friends. At night the view is spectacular, seeing all those lights shining gives the feeling of being in front of a giant manger.

Daniel takes out a cigarette as he takes one last look at the city. He had never stopped to look at how beautiful it was. Its green mountains, its original buildings and that unparalleled blue sky. It is that all his travels never found a sky as blue as that of this city. She was really beautiful. it would not be easy to say goodbye to her.

He almost finished his cigarette, he takes one last sip so hard to release the smoke slowly, he enjoys it as much as he can, he knew there would be no other chance to try another one. He threw the butt on the ground, making sure it was well extinguished, I always hate irresponsible people who start fires in the mountains.

He takes a note out of his pocket, pins it to a tree with a knife, gets in his car, starts the engine, laughs and hits the gas to fall off the cliff. The car spun as it fell to the bottom of the ravine, stopped, and minutes later the loud rumble of an explosion was heard. Flames shot out from the twisted irons of the chariot and gray smoke could be seen from afar.

Minutes later, firefighters and police arrived at the scene. The firefighters went through to recover that cliff what was left of that man's body. While the police looked for clues that helped to clarify the case and it was there when one of the policemen found the note on the tree.

Detective, I think I found something! and takes the note to his superior, it was a very telling note.

"Suicide is an art"

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@Lucerito 4/13/22

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