(Suicide, main character death)
Also a short chapter-- sorry!!
**Your POV**
(Some years later)
You wake up, get the matches, write a note, and sprint out the door. You meet up with Vince and ask if you could make tea for him. He asks, "How'd you know I wanted you to make some?" You offer an empty grin, and confused, he watches you make the tea.
He takes a sip, and looks at you, smiling. "I can taste!" You nod and say, "That I know, but why, I don't." Vincent sends a questioning glance, and you break down in front of everyone. Every cook is in the kitchen, Rody was going to take out the trash, but walked in on the two of you, you're hugging Vincent.
**No POV**
Everyone starts having flashes.
Vincent hovering over Rody's body as Y/n watches; before running up to the ginger, crying. Then, he fades out, saying he's failed, and that Rody needs a decent funeral.
Rody and Y/n watching the Bristo burn as Y/n hears the scream of Vincent.
Vince, chocking on an earring, spits it out, but dies. Y/n watches, horrified while Rody laughs, yelling, "You reap what you sow!" The Bristo doesn't end up in flames like last time, because Y/n's convinced him to give Vince a proper funeral, just as the last time Rody died.
Y/n's on the floor, dead with a corkscrew embedded in his chest. He is not breathing; he is dead. Vincent and Rody stare at the body, framing it as a suicide. They never see each other again.
Y/n getting hit by a car on his way to work, unable to stop Rody or Vincent from killing each other. It is shown that instead of Y/n, Rody's the one with the corkscrew.
The list goes on, and it suddenly stops when they see Y/n, the current Y/n- hold a knife to his throat.
Everyone tries to stop him, but he kills himself. His body fades, and everyone is shaken by what'd just happened.
Vince follows.
Rody gets therapy, even though it does nothing to help him.
Rody dies of starvation.
**Y/n POV**
When I wake up again, I cry. Why was I crying? I couldn't remember. It came to me, but I tried to live in denial. Nothing bad has happened. This is my second try. Nothing will go wrong.
I smiled and instead of leaving matches, I left my knife. Maybe this will change things...
It did, but not for the better. When Vincent walked out of his office, approaching Rody, the male threw the knife. It hit Vince's abdomen. Of course, Vincent takes the knife out and strikes Rody with it, then drops it.
I walk in, shaking and scared. I've been through so much; I don't even know how to react. They both fall to the ground, holding hands and my legs as they die, and once their corpses drop their hold on my pants, I let myself fall, but it's where the knife is.
I hate the feeling of fading.
I'm gone. They're gone... And it's MY FAULT.
**Rody POV**
Y/n begs me not to go back, saying how bad things will happen. He touches my forehead, and everything comes back to me. He's bawling. I try to comfort him but explains I'm not 'his' Rody. This confuses me until Y/n explains that I'm not the original, and never will be.
One way or another, one of us (Vince, me or Y/n) dies. Although he's excepted dying to save us, as he wasn't even supposed to be involved to begin with, he's not able to stop fading in and out of existence.
"He's so broken... I wish I could help fix him." I mutter.
"Careful." He warns, "I thought of something along those lines, now look where I'm at now."
I've come to realize that It's probably my turn to die, as both Y/n and Vince have died three times. I try to hype Y/n up with a few words of encouragement before going to work. A few hours of work before Vincent reveals everything, and I burn the ropes restrain me and leave the room.
I knock on his office door, and he bites off my ear again. It is unpierced. The pain is so familiar, not even my expression changes. I don't care. I take the wine bottle off the floor and shatter it, before handing it to him.
He looks at me as I ask, "This will keep repeating until Y/n finds a happy ending for us all. Kill me, so we can start over again."
Without question, Vincent does so, but even as he thrusts the wine bottle into my chest, he doesn't do it with malice.
He trusts me, and I trust Y/n.
Please, please. Don't fail this time, Y/n. I long for us all happy, and can't wait to see you again...
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