i looked back down at the ground, seeing the shards of broken glass spread everywhere.
it looked inviting, screaming my name to fall against it.
i thought about it though.
this is the first time i've had second-thoughts about suicide.
the reason for that: harry.
i'd hate myself if the last thing i left harry with was a picture of my splattered self against the black pavement.
i love him too much for that.
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Bullet (A Larry Short Story)
Fanfiction*Inspiration: bullet- hollywood undead* -------- i wish that i could fly, way up in the sky, like a bird so high, oh i might just try. lowercase intended
