[A/N: Reader, this will be a sensitive and triggering chapter containing suicide.]
R●m°n's P•V:
I managed to make a noose in my room and hang it on the ceiling. I stared at it knowing this piece of rope will end everything that is pain. This rope can finally give me some hope and let me escape from this cruel world. I was on my bed and my hands were shakily holding the noose as I was scared of what I would feel once it was around my neck. "N-No I can't do this.." I mumbled, sitting on my bed and putting my hands to my face. "What reason do you have that makes you not want to end your life?" That voice said again, this time it's tone more eerier than usual.

"My host, my friends, and most importantly Patton...he makes me feel so strong. He is there for everyone and I always wonder this nagging fanstasy of mine. What if Pat broke it off with Virgil and we both started dating. There could be a bright future awaiting my arrival. There could be a bright future for me, Patton, Virgil, Remy, Logan, and Thomas." I explained as I stood up on my bed. I stared at the noose and finally decided on what to do. "...Heh...I lie way too much..." I added as I put the noose around my neck. "Just one little jump can let you escape from your life." The voice encouraged, why does it sound so familiar?

"Why do you want me to do this? Why do I want to this? Patton wouldn't want me to do this. I can't do this." I said as I tried to remove my head from the noose. "You are correct when you say that you lie." A voice from behind replied and I turned around to see Logic? "Logan? What are you do-" I was stopped by him pushing me off my bed. I could feel the rope tighten every minute around my neck. I could feel my skin turn pale like Logic's skin and my eyes started tearing up. Is this what it feels like to die? The pain won't be here for long anyway as soon as it ends, everything that makes me suffer will be gone.

"Time to edit your file. Goodbye Creativity, nice meeting you." Logan said as he teleported somewhere else and I started to grip on the rope. "No! P-please don't leave me...I w-want to fight. I promise I won't be selfish anymore! D-don't let me die. P-please..." I couldn't speak as my vocal chords where being rashed by the rope. My fingers started to dig into them but alas, only left my finger tips all bloodied and bruised. I couldn't breath, I couldn't speak, my body felt weak and nonexistent and, my vision started to blur. This was the end for me and I was to blame.

I am so sorry Patton for leaving you all alone. I am sorry Virgil for teasing you and making up annoying nicknames for you. I am sorry Remy for well...being nosy. I am sorry Thomas for failing you. Logan...why did you do this? Was it to help me? I couldn't think now..my brain hurt and I felt so numb. My breath was cut short and I couldn't lift a muscle. I could hear the ceiling creak as my body hanged from the noose. My vision finally darkened and I am finally dead. I won't feel anymore pain, suffering, nor heartbreak.

I am dead...and I regret it so much.