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Xingchen looked at his hands, the very hands that he had used to hold hands with when he and Ye Fen were still a thing. Looking back he realized how dumb he was to have liked her, and even tricked into almost ruining his friends progressing relationship.

"How dumb can one get," he whispered staring into the mirror of the shared dormitory bathroom, tears streaked across his face. Though it was already two weeks since he and Ye Fen broke up, as he had realized that his friendship was more important than the relationship that wouldn't have worked from the start, he still felt heart-broken over the fact that he made one of his best friend's almost depressed and that he couldn't move on from the failed relationship that he had with Ye Fen.

"Maybe I should just give up," he whispered once more, blood on his shirt from the knife that he had stabbed his arm with to get himself to move on, "none of this is working for me anymore," his head swirled in circles as he tried to get up from kneeling on the floor, "what's the point in life anyways," he said quietly staring at the ground.

One second he was awake, the next he had already passed out from the blood spilled all over the marble floor.