trigger warning: if you are triggered by suicide and/or suicidal thoughts, then i would most strongly advise you not to read this.

"Will," panted a boy around the age of 16. "I didn't want to-- know that-- know that I love you. Don't forget--"

The monitors stopped. The doctors and the nurses, they tried reviving him. But it was too late.

"Nico," I shrieked. I yelled a lot of other things, they tell me. They tried to hold me back. It was useless.

I saw a scalpel. I saw an opening. I lunged for the scalpel, and by the time they figured out what was happening, it was too late. I had the scalpel in my hand and against my throat.

The nurses yelled at me, trying to get me to stop.

"I loved you, Death Boy. Not even death will do us apart." And I sliced my throat, and was swallowed away by the darkness.

(or he just passed out....)