Paper Drops

I tried to proofread the note, but I kept getting teardrops on it.

I tried to calm down, tried to bring my emotions under control. But I just couldn’t, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

I got up from the desk and went to the fridge, hoping to calm myself with food. But the jar of pickles she left was in there.

So then I sat back down at the desk, and tried to proofread the note again. But then I gave up and did the deed.

Before I passed out I noticed I was getting blood drops on it.