TW: SLIGHT MENTION OF DRUG USE, SUICIDE, AND SELF HARM
it's wills fault.
why?
because.
a year after will and his boyfriend broke up, i got high, like always, and called him.
i told him that i loved him, he said he didn't feel the same way and hung up. the next day i called him back and he told me that he can't ever talk to me again so it didn't ruin the friendship. i started crying over the phone and asked if there was anyway we could still be friends.
he said no.
i thought back to the day he said he wanted to be my friend.
13 years of friendship.
ruined because i loved him.
this could have been avoided if i either didn't say anything at all or if i just.
stopped breathing.
if i jumped off a cliff.
and drowned.
or killed myself by slicing open my wrists again only deeper and deeper until it worked.
or overdosed on drugs.
or anything.
for me to stop breathing.
i blame both myself and will for the way i am.
i no longer talk to dustin or lucas. im all alone. which makes me so fucking depressed.
im in my room, writing this. you can see the deep, purple scars that won't go away. my eyes are always red. it's either from my excessive crying or im so stoned.
my parents don't care.
nancy is gone, she doesn't even know what's been happening for the last 3 years cause she moved out.
holly doesn't understand.
im alone.
no friends. they're either dead or they disappeared.
i don't talk to any of the byers. i heard joyce and jim got married and jim took the last name byers. thats the last thing i heard about them.
im done with life.
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take me back to the day we met | byler
Fanfictionever since me and will met, so since we were 5, we spent a lot of time together. our friendship was so strong it was practically unbreakable, or so we thought. ever since that day, we stopped talking. i feel like shit, 4 years later.
