Looking in the mirror at his hard, horror covered face, Jason felt the hot sting of tears come to his eyes and throat. Quickly he damned the soon to flow river and pinned the tiny note to the mirror just to the right of his image, so that he may have a clear view. His large fingers moved slowly across the blue steel...cold and hard and unnerving, some horrible invention made just for cowards.

bang...
thump...

Red, white and gold falling stars against the bright sky of pain and sorrow. Of regret and long forgotten memories, which finally brought those hot tears..slowly...from the glazed over, once beautiful violet eyes.

The stars fall slower now..slower..as the bright sky turns over into eternal night, taking Jason along with it, forever.