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thirty two // the end - my chemical romance

A/N

Thank you for reading my fanfiction. Took me on a one-of-a-kind adventure.

<3

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i know that your death was slightly too romanticized, and even triggering. so let me tell you something.

maybe you don't have depression, or maybe you do. maybe you're going through the loss of a loved one, whether it was passing family, divorced parents, or a friend moving away/losing a friend. maybe you were really into someone, and they didn't like you the same way. or maybe not.

whatever the case is, you're gonna be hurt. and that's okay. maybe you'll cry, and feel sick, and suddenly it seems this world is too chaotic for you to handle. maybe it seems like you're never in control, or maybe not. maybe not.

maybe, there you are, left with nothing but pain and grief. or so you thought. a tragedy is what it seems -- a moment in time when everything stops, when everything just stops.

but time goes on. it always goes on. life moves again, however possibly slow it travels. the important thing here is that it's moving.

so even if the pain seems too much to bear, things will get better. time moves on. we live in a world with seven-going-on-eight billion people. and eventually that one-in-8-billion person is going to come into your life. maybe they're already there, but then again, maybe not.

everyone has some sort of hope in mind that keeps us from doing this chilling act -- suicide. no matter how cheesy or ridiculously overused phrase gets, it's right: suicide is never the answer. you've lived so long already. what's another day? new experiences, new people. new habits, new environments, new hope.

maybe you're not thinking about suicide. the majority of people reading this aren't. maybe you're not even experiencing someone close's absence, or maybe you are. it doesn't matter either way, because essentially, we're feeling some sort of pain. it's up to you to heal. to find hope. to try again.

although, in this fan fiction, you've (possibly unwillingly) died for love, or rather to love, this is incredibly unrealistic. it's greek mythology. you think there's that one person you've been looking for at the end of the road, patiently waiting? accepting loss is difficult and will sting like a bitch. okay, so maybe you won't feel anything at all, and that's okay too. but you shouldn't do something to harm yourself for one person who's gone.

life moves on. our world is changing everyday, and whether it's for the good or bad we can forget. we are the generation of change. and in this life, change isn't more than a day away. we can hope for that, at least.

FIN.