HE LAID ON HIS BED, TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE. EVERYTHING HE EVER LOVED WAS DEAD.

"don't let it consume you"

The last thing he heard from her before she died. He watched her get shot, he heard her scream for help.

And he ran

He ran as far as he could, and that's how he got here. Gun at his head, bleeding out on the bed. Silently saying goodbye to the world.

he let it consume him

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hi guys! suicide is never the answer, no matter how much you want to. If you feel like nobody loves you, please know i love you so much. I'll gladly give you my number and you can talk to me if you ever feel sad, depressed, or to the point of killing yourself. I beg you; please just don't. It's not worth it. Be safe out there☻
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SHE SAT ON THE ROOF WITH HER GUN, WATCHING HER FRIEND.

She watched as he was knocked to the ground, hitting his head against the pavement. She watched as he dragged himself up to his opponent again. She watched as her friend pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man's head.

She smiled to herself, he's gonna get him. She looked down and began to reload her gun herself.

bang. bang. bang.

She lifted her gaze to the scene below, seeing something he wished she never did.

her friend lying on the ground dead and a gun getting pointed at her head.

bang. bang. bang.