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He stood there breathing heavily, white shirt stained crimson.

She looked up from her book, and my head shot back down to my paper. I pretended to write a few lines before looking back up, but as I raised my head, those soft sweet eyes were still looking at me.

"Suicide isn't a victimless crime." I said softly sitting next to her. "No, you're right," She said looking down. "It's a punishment."

"I'm as close to you as you'll let me be." I said as I looked at him my eyes following him as he walked away slowly, silently.

"Part of me wishes you just didn't care."

I couldn't cry I didn't know how... I just sat there trying to survive.

"Why would I want to do that? I'm not going to live to see next week." He said looking up at me with a soft smile.

I sat down on the tree stump, our usual meeting spot, and looked around quietly. That's when I saw her. Little ears, soft tail, I sat perfectly still waiting for her to come closer.