WARNING ⚠️
DEPICTIONS OF SUICIDE AND DEATH ARE SHOWN.
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If it's triggering for you, Apologies.
He promised her he'd stick with her to the end, thinking they'd grow up and turn old and if there was a chance he'd be the one to leave first.
How horrid life can be.
How unpredictable the future can be.
How unfair life can be.
He clutched her shaking hand and held her tight in the cold room as the bright moon gazed upon them.
His eyes, wide, tearful and hurting stared at the bleeding wrist, then at the knife between them.
Hoarse and dry, unlike her usual weak voice sounded, "I'm sorry I'm leaving you"
Hesitant at first, but he finally breathes and says his final words to her.
"How could I not see this? Everything is so clear now."
" How could you? I hid it so well, I lied so good that even I forgot myself."
"Hell... I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you when you needed me."
Hands clutch tighter. "There was nothing you could do. But thank you. For not stopping me. Thank you for the memories."
He feels pain.
He feels abandoned.
He feels like he's losing the reason his heart beats. The reason he breathes. The reason he smiles.
He feels like he's losing his home.
"Hey," She strains "don't be sad, you'll have to let me go... "
He catches a whiff of her hair, unkempt was an understatement.
"How..." He can't speak anymore, he feels suffocated.
He breathes, swallows the boiling anger and seething pain.
"How can I let go of someone who was my home?"
"....."
Her arms are now numb.
Her body cold. Unresponsive.
Finally the tears fall. But deep down, he is happy, she won't cry any more.
She won't be sad anymore.
She won't starve herself anymore.
She won't hate herself anymore.
The smile on her cold pale face said it all.
It was selfish, but it was better than being selfless and sad☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
