Our suicidal love story

~Chapter 1~

I woke up to the feel off his soft kisses coating my neck and his left hand covering my torn up wrist.
"Lloyd" I whimpered into the comfort of his chest, spilling my tears onto his soft, once dry skin.
"Vera" he whispered running his fingers over the slices in my skin. I glanced at him, only to see tears form in his eyes "you promised..." He finished, taking his finger tips off my arm to wipe a tear that I knew I had caused. I had this sinking feeling in my chest and I held him. It wasn't my turn to be held anymore, it was his and he deserved much more than the little mess I was.
I dropped my arms to my side and lifted his chin "Lloyd, I'm sorry but... It, it's over" I don't think anybody knows how hard it is to stop your self from crying when the boy you love is in more pain than you could ever imagine, and it was all because of me.

I watched his legs droop over the side of the bed- as if he had heavy weights attached to his ankles. Part of me was glad to see him walk away. I wanted to see him with a smile on his face, someone better than me on his arm. But the selfish side of me wanted to wrap my arms around his torso and ask him to never leave me.

But I let him go.
I watched him leave me and all our memories behind.