The next morning, Kermit woke up and turned to see Fozzie.
"Hey Kermit." Fozzie said.
"Hey,"
"You know what you tried to do last night?"
The frog nodded. "I don't want to talk about it." He said as he covered his whole body with his blanket.
Fozzie sighed, "you know I can't lose you."
"I want to die." Kermit said starring at his arms.
Fozzie saw it. "Have you been cutting?"
Kermit started to bawl his eyes out. "YES FOZZIE I HAVE! IM TIRED OF LIVING! IT HURTS SO MUCH!"
Fozzie sat with Kermit. "You're strong."
The frog shook his head. "No in not."
Kermit laid back down as he covered his face with his pillow and sobbed.
Fozzie rubbed his back as the frog continued to burst out tears.
