Tim POV: I pulled into the hotel parking lot, then went to my room. I just needed to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I sat down on the edge of the bed and started to cry. I still love Faith, I never stopped loving her. Her and the girls are the first thing I think about everyday and the last thing I think about every night. But I can't hurt them any more than they've already been hurt. If I was to try and come back into their lives now, it would just be a mess. Things would he better off if I really was dead. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of whiskey I bought last night and atarted drinking it. I think I know what I need to do. I pulled the sheets off the bed and tied them to eachother. Then I stood up on a chair and tied the end of the sheet to the air conditioner vent in the celling. I took one more drink of the whiskey and wrapped the other end of the sheet around my neck. I can't do this anymore, I can't hurt the ones I love anymore.
