seven.

Suicidal: Someone who is making attempts to hurt or kill themselves.

y/n ran to the kitchen with tears in her eyes.

she lashed out one of the drawers and took out any sharp object that could end her life.

a pocket kinfe.

she smiled.

it's time to end this.

but first, she had to do one thing.


his heavy breathing could be heard as he ran.

he was doing this for her and for himself.

if she was gone, his life would be empty.

he didn't want her to suffer.

he felt like a bad friend.

no, he is the worst friend ever.

he ran, his legs starting to ache, but he didn't care.

he barged past her front door and ran in.

heart pounding.

tears escaping.

his eyes met with something he didn't want to see in his life.

ever.

never.

he shook with shock and fear as he approached her dead bloody body slowly.

her long black hair cascading down her shoulders.

her pale skin and red lips.

blood staining the shirt he bought for her on her birthday.

she was too beautiful to die.

he carried her in his arms, his tears dripping on her face.

who was going to be there for him?

who was going to cheer him up?

who was going to understand him?

he didn't even get to say.

that he loved her.

more than a best friend.

he kept it silently to himself for the past 10 years.

one of the most hardest things to say to her.

i . love . you.

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