Trigger- Suicide
I walk in, expecting to see the same old Scott sitting, playing MarioKart.
You're not there, so I continue walking through the rooms.
I stop and look closely in each one.
There was no sound, it was silent.
Everything seemed different, yet nothing had been moved.
It was... odd.
I halt and look to my right.
There you were.
This wasn't something I had expected.
Like I said, I was expecting the Scott that played MarioKart all night long, cuddled up to his boyfriend and drank wine with me.
This wasn't the Scott I knew.
I didn't know the Scott that was hanging right before my eyes.
He had a slight smile on his lifeless face, almost as if it was him, telling me that he was finally in peace.
I couldn't live without him, though, and I always said that if he were to die, then I'd have to kill myself just to be with him again because it would be worth everything.
So I did as I promised.
And I heard a familiar sound.
Silence.
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