Tilo's Pov.
I wake up to something heavy falling to the floor. Achim isn't between my arms anymore, where is he? As I stand up my eyes land onto the letter on the table. It's a suicide letter. Achim's suicide letter. Bathroom door is closed, he is there. How stupid can someone be, luckily he didn't lock the door. As I step into the bathroom, scream breaks free from my throat. His blue eyes are openly staring into mine, his lips are parted and blood is freely leaving his veins. I throw some towels onto his arms to stop the bleeding. Another scream erupts from me, louder than the first one. To that Chris runs in.
"Call ambulance! I don't care that he hurt me, I won't let him die!"
When the ambulance finally comes, I am afraid that it is to late for him already. I can go with him. I feel like this is all my fault that he is here.
I have sit in the waiting room for god knows how long. Tears streaming down my face. I don't even know why I am crying. Maybe I still care about him, despite everything he has done.
"Tilo, did you read through his goodbye letter?"
Meinhard takes a seat next to me, giving me the letter.
The words show so deep self-hater, but so much "love" for me. He practically worships me in this letter. If I were crying silently before then now I am sobbing. Hard. Meinhard wraps his arms around me, letting me cry against his shoulder, the letter still tightly in my hand.
"I don't want him to die."
Meinhard doesn't answer me, he just runs his hand over my back. Trying to calm me.
I can feel Chris's pitting look on me. I don't care. I don't have Stockholm syndrome.
The doctor enters the room, my legs taking me there very fast.
"Is he okay?"
"I have some bad news. Mr. Teufel is in coma. He might never wake up from it. You can visit him if you want. I'm sorry."
(350 words.)
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Ich Liebe Dich.
FanfictionJeremias Meinhard, a man afraid of everyone, is asked to make a song with a famous band. Can he make it? What if the ghosts from his past are coming to get him? Will get through this alive?
