*¨'*•✿Sueño su¡c¡da✿•*'¨*

When i was a teen i used to struggle with sh and tried to kms befor. Thats why i decided to work for a suicide hotline.

One day i got a call from a young man. I recognized his voice. It was an old friend of mine. He called because he wanted to khs.

I told him that it was me and that we should meet up some time after i helped him. So thats what we did.

We continued talking after that. We eventually even started dating. One day when i came home from work i found him.

He was in my house next to him his kid while he proposed to me. I said yes.

We were on our way to a restaurant that day. He never made it back home.

While we were eating he kissed me. He apologized. I didnt understand why until he took out a gun and shot himself.

I heard screaming. I stared at his dead limp body. I reacted to late to hold his kids eyes closed. She saw her dad shot himself.

The funerall was a few weeks later. I still havent progressed everything and nether did his daughter.

I adopted her. I got a letter a few days after his funerall. It was the goodbye letter to me from him.

'Hello love, im sorry i left this way but i couldnt bare it anymore i cant keep listening to the threats i recive of my family for being gay. I love you and thats why i proposed. Im sorry love. Live for me. Take care of my daughter please. I love you both. Im sorry'

My throat cut off. I couldnt belive it. Thats when i realized he was actually gone. I cant breath. Tears stream down my face. I break down onto my knees outside.

His daughter came running out hugging me. She was the sweetest girl ever. She was like him.

Some people wouldve kts too but not me.
I cant leave his kid alone. Shes to sweet. I lived for him.

We made the day of his suicide day a special day. Wed always search for flowers in the forest near our house and talk to him at his grave.

We would call it 'sueño suicida' suicide dream. I miss him. My sueño suicida.