He holds my tightly against him,I never want to leave his embrace. And I don't think I ever have to. I lay my head on his chest so I can hear the warm,steady thump of his beating heart.

I still don't know what to do:Cry for help or kill myself.

"What are you thinking about?" Thomas asks.
"Nothing."
"You're thinking about a few days ago aren't you?"
"Yes."

He doesn't say anything.

"Would you miss me if I died?"
"I don't think you need an answer to that."
"Yeah... Come on."
"Wha- Where are we going?"
"To smoke."

I stand there and push the cigarette back onto my lips as the air dissects through my lungs.

"Margo I need to tell you something..."

I pull the cigarette away from my lips but it still lingers in my hand.

"What?"
"Those cigarettes will kill you, and not nicely. They're not good for you. You think they'll end pain but they won't, they'll just make it worse."
"So why do you do it then?"
"It's an addiction. You can't control it,but it's not too late for you so please. Just put it down."

So I do.

"Is that all you wanted to tell me?"
"No."
"Then what is it?"
"Look. Don't be mad."
"Tom?"
"When you were in the hospital I went back to the flat,and I found your bag. I went through it and I found your parents number."
"What the fuck did you do?"
"I called them."
"What!"
"They're coming."
"I can't believe this.. I trusted you!"
"Just so they can see you."
"And then they'll take me away. You know I used to think you were the best thing that ever happened to me but now I know you were the worst thing. And I'm sorry I never met you."
"Margo.."
"LEAVE ME ALONE. EVERYONE LEAVES!"
"Calm down."
"Piss off!"

I shove him to the floor,grab my bag then run away. Never looking back.