Despair and Hope

That morning he reads a novel over breakfast. It wasn't a very good story but it was all he had.
That afternoon he cleans the house and wishes he could make himself go and see the people he wanted to see.
He's been writing and rewriting lines on a bit of paper.
That evening he leaves the paper on the bench and eats a piece of toast.
After he steps off the chair and the rope goes tight, he briefly wonders if he could have done more. Maybe saved himself.