There are many reasons for suicide, and there are many reasons for fabricating one's own death. the reason is simple. Choose one. Lost job, lost lover, lost hat and toothpaste; these are all good reasons to leave. Why not the hardest part, the hardest part is the place, time and method. In fact, planned suicide is definitely more difficult than actual suicide. You are preparing for a wedding or suicide; logistics will always be your best friend.
What has Celeste decided? The flawless, fully-furnished beach house he rushed to buy at the first check has been vacant for years and needs a bit of drama. An hour's drive in her cherry red convertible took Celeste to the main entrance, where she entered the door code casually, and then slipped into the semicircular driveway. Since the purchase of the house, the exterior walls have been repainted twice. Although he has never been there in person. Celeste often wonders how she managed to make her life so complicated, and why someone really fulfilled her wish.
The tabloid called her a slut who was extremely careful and hard-working.
She has never slept in the bed in her six-bedroom, four-bathroom Barbie Beach mansion. The nautical curtains still hung perfectly on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the wood was polished so that her sandals creaked on the maroon floor of the main hall. Celeste paid for the maintenance of the property, and she opened it by sliding the transparent glass door to let the sea breeze in. Very good contact, but Celeste does not intend to make extra efforts to help the maid there.
Almost six months after shooting in Ireland, the sea breeze in the Pacific is somewhere between refreshing and disgusting. Inhaling the natural sodium found in the California air, Celeste wondered if her sudden stomach upset was related to her environmental choices, not her choice. He drank a prescription medicine like rainbow skittles during the trip and ate half of his stomach.
The tabloid called her a drug addict and a party girl, which was a disaster.
She checked the various rooms of the house; watched them online on a laptop in Europe and saw them with her own eyes, not as impressive as you might imagine in the video tour. If he has learned anything from his experience in the entertainment industry, it is that videos often lie. The images they say can be edited to tell any story. You can turn any angel into a demon.
As the sunset approached, a poetic line of
coral formed in the sky. Since the site was carved into stone, the timing of Celeste's planned
death remains controversial. The
image that can only be seen above the
toilet.
The sand was
colder than Celeste expected, and
she stepped on the deck floor with her toes. When
and where to make a decision, the only question is how to do it. There is also a box of tropical
pills in her bag. There are knives upstairs in
the kitchen, and clean sheets can be
woven into dark blue and cream braids. She thought that the double bed with
a small anchor in the guest
room would be a very fashionable rope. But no, Celeste chose her. A private beach house for a very special reason. When I saw strong waves hit the shore, the "how"
became clearer and clearer.
Celeste was never a great writer. His experience
is to see words on the
page, remember them, and turn them into reality when
the camera is turned. The right
star at the right place at the right time is the type of lighting. In a
bottle that Celeste can catch. All he needs for his
final scene is a perfect script. Get it right, so your
audience will miss you when you leave. I want tears. I
want to apologize. Then I will come back.
When the wind passed over her barefoot in the sandstorm, the paper was crumpled under her hands, Celeste couldn't believe that after she spent millions
on shoes alone, she would pretend to die barefoot. . The most valuable
sacrifices are often made in the
name of art. She took a pen from her skirt pocket and began to draw some exaggerated bubble-shaped letters. His words are
short and can be adapted to a variety of media; a
signature on a black and white image
or an epitaph on a tombstone.
After reading the last thought, Celeste got up and dived into
the wet grain for a few seconds, then fell into the sea, creating the illusion of being completely swallowed up. Stepped between the railings of the wooden steps, and then slowly walked towards the turbulent waves.
This should be her best drama moment, but somehow, in all her plans, Celeste just missed the relentless hangover and the power of a muscle relaxant-filled stomach logistically.
The tabloid said she was ruthless, incredible, and dead.
