Suicidal || m.c [completed]

Letter thirteen.

I'm holding on. 

I'm holding on by a thin thread. 

A very thin one. 

I want to let go of it, but something is stopping me. 

That something is you. 

It shouldn't have to be this way. 

I don't want it to be this way. 

I'm still breathing. 

Breathing for you. 

I think tomorrow, for the first time, I should speak to you. 

Hopefully you'll say something back and smile your beautiful smile.