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A/N: Hey so I've had a hyperfixation for the past day or two for Lord of Flame and Night Raven for the past few days, do I decided "LMAO let's do angst with a bit of dark topics, make our childish boy depressed, perfect Wattpad story to write at 12 am on a school night!!"

so anyway, onto the story!!

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💜 Night Raven Pov 💜

I didn't expect it. Him of all people..? Wasn't he always so... bubbly? happy? literally never got upset..?

Seeing him there, a noose tied around his neck, on the verge of killing himself?.. it broke me..

- nobody's POV -

It was an ordinary day, Lord of Flame living with Night Raven... the two had grown close... but as of recently.. Flame hadn't been as bright and bubbly as normal.. Cutting back on eating, looking at his phone, tearing up, and almost throwing his phone.. and the most shocking part... he hasn't been as clingy to Raven.. more.. isolated in his room. And not to mention he had been wearing hoodies and long sleeve shirts and baggy sweat pants.. all of this behavior was.. odd.. in the eyes of Raven..

Flame was isolating himself in his room, his stomach grumbling, eyebags under his eyes, his blank white eyes staring at the phone screen... messages on them.. words he'd never forget.

Night Raven finished cooking dinner, hoping this time the flame would come out of his room and actually eat. Raven had noticed his behavior, his horrifying weight loss, and his sleepless tired eyes.. and all of his other behavior.. worried for the flame.. Lord of Flame was his soft spot... and his concern seemed to be real, despite how shocking it is.. the merciless Night Raven worrying for someone..

''Dinner is ready!'' he shouted, but no response.. no excited flame coming to greet him with a hug and sitting down at the table with him... eating his food quickly just to get seconds... none of his past behavior.. Today was when Raven finally did something about it.. he picked up a plate of food, walking to Flame's door, and knocking. ''Sunshine? you in there..? hello..?'' he said softly..  but to no prevail. he heard a chair creaking, a snap, and a crash, followed by a cry of pain and anger.

''Sunny?!'' This made him worried, and he tried to open the door, but it was locked. ''G-Go the fuck away!'' the flames voice whined..

''I- wh- ordering me around?!-''

''I don't care!'' the voice snapped, as a knife got thrown at the door, piercing through the wood and almost stabbing the dark archer.

''What the fuck... That's it! I'll replace the door later.'' he huffed, setting the plate down on the counter and floating back, breaking a hole in the door and unlocking it once his arm fit through the hole he created... slowly opening the door...

Jam.

a trail of it.

Bright orange jam, leading up to a broken chair.. and laying there, covering in self inflicted cuts.. sat the shaking flame, a torn noose wrapped around his neck, the broken end of it dangling down.. he was in just boxers, covered head to toe in scars.. fresh and old ones.

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''..you weren't supposed to see this..''