coffee stains [COMPLETED]

wednesday, april second

trigger warning.

tears ran down my sullen face as i read the papers. why would he do this? to me, will was perfectly fine, not once had i noticed he had been anything but happy. of course, he had his up's and down's but everyone did.

it was a seemingly normal day, i came home from the coffee shop expecting to see will sitting on the couch, watching tv or something. oh, boy was i wrong.

"will?" i asked, walking through the house we shared. he was nowhere to be found.

"baby?" i called out again, reaching for my phone to call him. distinctively, i heard the ringing coming from the bathroom.

"hey, are you in here?" i knocked on the door and it slightly opened. peeking in, what i saw horrified me.

blood was running down the sides of the water filled bathtub, the broken mirror piece laid innocently in his outstretched palm that was hanging over the bathtub limply.

"will, no!" i screamed, dialling nine-one-one. i couldn't stand looking at him. tears were streaming down my face and blurring my vision so when i ran out of the bathroom, i stumbled a bit.

after i spoke to the lady, i grew restless, kicking and throwing everything around our - my - room, hearing the satisfying sound of broken glass.

i made my way to the closet and started tearing the clothes from the hangers.

loud sobs escaped my mouth as a box fell on my head. not enough to hurt, although i wish it did.

curiosity filled me as i saw the contents of the box. letters.

i opened the first paper to see it dated back to last year. crying harder now, i read all the letters, including the one covered in liquid i'm hoping isn't blood.

sirens filled my ears as i read the letter:

"wednesday, april second.

dear vic,
      they made me do it.
                                             will s."