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-mention of suicide!
You have been warned.
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Craig's pov: (why is it always Craig who gets trauma-?
"this can't be the end, no. He has to be alive. He can't-"
is what I believed in about 2 weeks ago. Tweek Tweak, he hanged himself, he left a note for when I got home. it was silent in the house that night. No sounds, it concerned me. I walked up to the fridge to grab something, I was hungry after a long day of work. Until I looked down at the counter top. A note.
"Craig, I know it must be silent, your silly husband not being there to greet you at the door. I just was really stressed lately, as you know. But this is all too much. I'm sorry."
And although there were lots, LOTS of scribbles and the paper was a bit torn, I could read right through it like a bullet.
It took a minute to realize, but as soon as I did I ran up the stairs and looked at every room.
I found him.
he was hung, "no no no- this can't- no.. this can't be the end, no. He has to be alive. He can't-" How long- did anyone else know?! no.
I ripped the rope with all my strength and laid him in my arms, I tried to listen for any sign of life. I tried to feel for his pulse, anything that could tell me he was alive.
but he wasn't..
I sat there, my love. He took his life. I cried and cried, for hours, for days. And in about 4 days, is his funeral. it hurt so bad to know he had gone, from stress of course. I should have helped more. I should have stayed home! Why didn't I?
The more I thought the more I cried. I couldn't bare the thought of being at my husband's funeral knowing I could have been there to help him before. I couldn't bare knowing I had to go on without my support, the person I trusted with my life..
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