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It's Not An Option

Trigger Warning! This chapter includes things like suicide and such. If you are not comfortable reading this, please skip it.
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You had no idea Dino felt this way. You didn’t know that he secretly wanted to take his own life. You two were just friends, but you still worried about him. Dino didn’t think much of it.

There were moments that Dino expressed his off behavior, like when he was making jewelry and one of the stones was cutting up his hands and he carelessly handled it.

You told him, “You need to be more careful. Here, let me clean the cuts.”

You were smiling faintly in a caring manner until he said, “It’s no big deal.” without even turning to face you. You expected him to give you a snarky remark with his usual smug smirk, but there wasn’t a trace of his usual attitude.

“The cuts could get infected.” You warned.

“Then let them.” And that was the end of it.

You thought back to another time when he was at your apartment with Noctis and the gang, exhausted after a long day. He said he was going to go catch some sleep due to his busy schedule  for the next  day, saying, “Time to sleep, and never wake up.” as he walked out the door.

You were laying on the couch of your shared apartment with the chocobros, thinking back to the conversation you two had earlier that day.

You were helping him clean up his work space, sorting through papers and books as the artisan sorted through his stones and jewelry-making items. You usually helped him out with organizing, seeing as it was one of your strengths and his weakness. You two usually joked around, always talking. This time was different; it was dead silent. The times he tried laughing and starting conversation, his accented voice was faint.

You couldn't take it anymore. “Dino, what's wrong? You're not yourself.”

“I don't know what you're talkin’ about.” He replied, not making eye contact. “I'm the same me.” you gave a suspicious look. “Your pal, Dino.”

He was trying. He really was. He just couldn't keep it up. His voice was still a little faint, making it clear he was faking his confidence. You frowned at how difficult it was for him to act  like his usual self.

“Dino…” You hesitated, “This… This isn’t you.”

“I'm just tired.” He stated, ignoring your gaze as he continued organizing his gems.

You sighed, “You have been saying that every single day for over two weeks. That can't be it.”

“Then what do you want me to say?!” He yelled, making a fist. You jumped at the sudden rising of his voice, making you speechless. He lowered his tone, finally making eye contact. “You want the truth. I get that. I just can't tell you, (Y/N), so I'm askin’ you ta drop it.”

“I’ll stop asking once you start answering.”

He watched me, sighing. “You’re really not gonna stop until I spill it, aren't chya?”

“Nope, so tell me.” You insisted.

He sat on his couch, patting the seat next to him. You plopped down next to him, waiting for him to continue. He was trying to find the correct words, avoiding eye contact once again.

“I have…” He paused, trying to find something to distract him, “I have been feeling a little under the weather.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll just put this bluntly;” He sighed, rubbing his temples as he tried communicating his problems to you, “I just… want to die.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You-- what?” Your voice was breathy and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Dino has always seemed pleased with how his life was going, so why did he change all of a sudden?