Suicidal || m.c [completed]

Letter fourteen.

I spoke to you today. 

You smiled and said 'hi' back. 

I asked you how you were and you said you were fine. 

Why are you 'fine'?

Shouldn't you be better?

Shouldn't you be 'good'? 

Shouldn't you be 'great'?

But why are you 'fine'? 

Speaking to you has made me the happiest i've been in a long time. 

But the question of you being 'fine' won't leave my mind.