the medicine they gave him cleared up his head, making him remember the night y/n died. it wasn't them who killed her, it was him. he pounced on her, he put the knife in her body, he killed her. everything was so clear to him and he didn't like it. he couldn't stop picturing y/n's face as he brutally stabbed her, her beautiful eyes full of terror and her pretty mouth yelling out in pain because of him. he couldn't take it. he rushed into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. his face was pale and sweaty and his hair was long and greasy, he didn't look like him. he punched the mirror and screamed, wanting nothing more than to be with y/n.
"you can be with her george. all you have to do is kill yourself"
they're right.
he grabbed the largest shard from pile of broken glass and looked into it.
"y/n here I come"
closing his eyes he puts the shard to his throat and in one swift motion cuts his throat. blood pours everywhere as he slowly bleeds out.
I'm sorry.
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I'm finally done ahh
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