*Trigger Warning\

"Lukas if you jump. I jump" Philip yelled "you didn't do anything wrong Philip go home! Let me die!" Lukas shouted over the wind.

"No Lukas! I'm not letting you die! You're 17 you deserve a long life!" Philip shouted. "I don't need your positive vines Shea! Get lost" Lukas replied.

"Loving someone means doing the extreme" Philip whispered in Lukas' ear as the taller tried jumping. "No Lukas" Philip replied holding Lukas back from the edge of the rooftop. "Put me down" Lukas spit venomously.

"I know the second I put you down you'll jump" Philip said. "Why can't you just let me die!" Lukas shouted.

"Lukas. Listen to me! You hit the shooter unconscious. You saved me when I didn't swim. You helped me when I was sick. I know deep down that part of you doesn't really want to do that. You want to get away from the side and come home with me. Please Lukas!" Philip replied.

"What you want me to cry into your chest and tell you that I was so upset that I was going to lose you and  I blamed it on myself for 3 f***ing years!" Lukas shouted.

"You've been taking your pain out since sophomore year" Philip gasped. "I hated it. The comments. The name calling. The rumours. I wanted it to all end. 3 years ago I began to drink. It was first at a party."  Lukas continued

"The taste was bitter but the aftertaste burned as it slid down my throat. Everytime I felt I did something wrong I drowned myself in the drinks. The bitter taste burning/ eating at my lungs. It was my weakness when something bad happened to you. Soon I bullied you more convincing myself I didn't love you. Drink after bitter drink I bullied you. "

Lukas sighed "the bottles you found in my dresser- there were more" Lukas confessed.