Warning ⚠️ descriptions of suicide so skip if you're uncomfortable ⚠️
A whole day had gone by of Hanyu questioning his existence, as we all have at some point or another.
The boy swung his backpack over his shoulder and slammed the green, metal locker shut, legs trudging in the memorized direction.
Hanyu too the back way home, having found it to be a whole minute quicker than if he just took the predetermined sidewalk. No, he had to forge his own path through the foot-tall grass and down by the school's pool supply shed. He had spotted the ever present Tills there a few times when he went home, always smoothing out her pleated skirt or reapplying the pink smeared lipstick. Sure he could guess what had happened, but never asked. And really he'd rather not think about it.
The image of Tills with another guy made his skin crawl and the cold and clammy sweat pool in his palms. He could rage with the amount of cringe it set off in him. Tills was a beautiful girl and deserved nothing but the absolute best. And Hanyu believed he could give that to her.
He looked around the earthy dome, finally exiting the building. It was warm out, much, much too warm for October. Hanyu rolled up his sleeves and sighed as he went on his way home.
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Hanyu sunk into the blacktop as he took each step, wishing for nothing more than to be swallowed up by the ground. "Maybe there's a nice girl in Heaven waiting for me." He joked dryly to himself, pushing the coke bottle specs back up the bridge of his nose. The boy sniffed a bit as he sulked, the feelings whirling in his head like window struck pigeons.
Hanyu had no idea what to think.
"Ah shit!" He expressed loudly, his eyes closing in the moment, not watching his step.
It was a few seconds before Hanyu realized he had tripped, his face making swift contact with the dirt floor beneath him.
"Fuck!" He coughed, shaking off the confusion and opening his eyes.
His blood ran cold at the sight in front of his eyes. Hand. Bloody hand. Bloody wrist.
"Ahaha!" He screamed, jumping up from his position on the ground, pain wracking his body but he didn't care as he was too frightened by the bloody appendage.
'Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!' Hanyu cried mentally as he recognized the body attached to the sliced arm.
"Tills?" He whimpered. Tears sprung to his eyes.
"Tills? Tills are you okay?"
Tills, however, didn't respond. She would never respond again, Hanyu's heart breaking.
"She's dead." He thought.
"HELP! Someone HELP!" He cried out loud, scuttling to his feet, screaming. He ran. As fast as he could he ran!
Hanyu burst through the hall doors, gripping onto the gymnasium doors and throwing them open.
Hanyu thought he must've looked insane, blood on his hands and t-shirt and tears streaming down him face.
"Someone please help! I-it's Thilla!" He called, catching everyone's attention immediately. One person in particularly.
Zihao looked up immediately, stomach churning.
"She-I think-she's dead." Hanyu repeated.
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