Excerpt from a short story I'm working on

At this point in her life, when the New Advent has permeated her heart as much as mere drops of ink may pollute a bottle of water, she no longer doubted Sydney; everything that he said was axiomatically true, a holy revelation. He promised a better life than that on this sullen earth, that the one she currently owns is worthless, and that through death, the most common subject of interest of all religions and faith, she may reunite with those whom she loved, including him — all of this she accepted as truth.

And thus, kicking the chair with a slight knock on her right foot, she yielded her life to the rope — the rope that not only strangled her neck but also sealed her fate. Her last moments were not painful, for Sydney’s promises of a better life thereafter was solace enough against the writhing pain of suffocation. She also knew that this pain is insignificant next to her certain reunion with Anita. Or, no… for the pain is dissolving, as she can no longer perceive it. The last breath, the last package of air, was reluctantly squeezed through her lungs and gave way to emptiness and death. Now, a gorgeous, fair girl, with the most promising future, is a but a pendulum, swinging mechanically, stiffly, back and forth, left and right…