Imagine:
Trigger warning: talk of suicide
Walking with Ed near the marina, you stopped for a moment.
"Are you okay, Y/N?"
"Yeah, Ed. I'm fine. I just remembered something about this place and my mom."
"Oh my god. Is this where she-"
"Shot herself in the head? Yeah. I haven't been to this place since I had to identify her body."
"What? You've never told me that."
"Yeah. I was only nine at the time. It was pretty traumatic. It's probably the reason I'm fucked up as an adult."
No child should ever have to see their parent's dead, lifeless body.
"Even though I never got the chance to know her, I'm sure that she would be extremely proud of you and your accomplishments.
"Thanks, Ed. I love you."