To rebuild our home

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Jon's POV

I ran up a place that was familiar to me. I was here not long ago, I thought to myself. But once I fully noticed where I was it was too late for me. It was a point of no return, a point where I wasn't able to run away from them anymore. I had to face them now if I was willing to or not.

I was at a cliff. The same cliff where I was to end my life. I stopped running once I arrived at the very edge of the cliff. There was no way out for me anymore. Eduardo got to me first and a minute later Mark was able to catch up to him. We all tried to catch our breath again and weren't able to talk for a few minutes. Once we steadied our breathing again I heard Eduardo mumble something under his breath. I could feel that something in my chest area was stinging.

Then as I looked down on my breast I saw that there was a little blood stain on my shirt. It's probably the wound from the incident, it hasn't healed right and now after all of those moments it reopened. The doctor told me to take care of this, but I guess that I just ignored his advice because of all the stuff that was happening.

"Jon, you are bleeding. Are you alright?" Mark asked me and sounded concerned about me. I just nodded and stayed silent. I didn't even cared about this wound, I just wanted to get out of this situation.

Eduardo looked at me as if he had seen a ghost. "Jon... I am so sorry, I didn't mean to traumatize you. I didn't mean to lead you to harm yourself or try to kill yourself. I am the one who should be punished, I am the one who should suffer. I was so blinded by my anger and my ignorace that I didn't even cared about your feelings. I was a Jerk, someone who should burn in hell for what I have done to you. I am the imperfect one in this story, not you. You are perfect, you are my world Jon. Since I met you I always admired you for your kindness and your positive way of thinking. I always saw you as a friend, but I treated you wrong. I used you as a protection from my own insecurities, abused you and hurt you not only physically but also emotionally." Eduardo stated in between sobbs, he wiped his tears away that kept on falling before he continued.

"I was so scared about losing you. I thought that I lost you this time once and for all. You have to know the truth Jon. The truth is that I fell into a deep hole once you were hit by this missle because of a stupid horned bastard. You lost so much blood and as I saw you getting paler I thought that this might be the end. I wanted you to speak up so that I could see that you were still alive, just one sign of life was enough for me. But then when you were laying there unconscious in my arms I thought that it was over. Still I didn't lose hope, I screamed to Mark that he should call an ambulance and there you were in the hospital for all those months. I needed to work more hours in order to afford the rebuilding of the house and in order to be able to cover the medical bills. And although the doctors had told me multiple times that there was a very slim chance that you would wake up from the state that you were in we both still insisted that you should stay there in the hospital and I even told the doctor that he should do whatever it fucking takes to save your life. I bursted out in anger almost every day, because of how worried I was about you and visited you every day. But then after the second month it all became too much for me, I just wanted to stay at home and be alone even when it came to visiting you. I just felt so hopeless and crushed. I didn't wanted you to know this because I hate showing myself as vulnerable, but it's for the best that you now know this as well." Eduardo stated and I could hear his voice crack once in a while.