I was sitting down in the harbor, writing; this lady walks up to me asking if I want some peanut butter...
"No. Thank you." I say & smile. "I'm fine"
"You're not homeless?" She sounds surprised. I can tell she's been crying. Her eyes belay a pain close to boiling over... I regret not taking her peanut butter. She obviously had wanted to help someone & wasn't sure how to deal with my non-destitute status.
"I have a bunch if other stuff if you'd like. I don't need it. I'm going to kill myself tonight."
...wtf? This just got very real...
"Excuse me?" I ask, putting my notebook down and looking at her. Her eyes dart around avoiding me. "Why would you want to kill yourself?"
"I want to be back with God and I can't stand living anymore" she says resolutely.
"If you kill yourself you don't go to God, you know"
"I believe I will" she says matter of factly,"He has put me through a lot the last couple of years & I don't want to live anymore" and she turns and walks away...
I get up and start towards her as she gets into a car and drives away, ignoring me shouting "hey! Wait a sec! Hey!!"
I go to my car a little further down. But by the time I get started & back out she's gone. I drive around looking for her. Gone.
FML.