Dear Vash,
i wonder,
who pushed you to keep on living?
there were many other things that i didn't know about you.
someday, i'll ask you
if you give me the chance
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[GIRL'S RESTROOM]
i coughed, regurgitating the burning acid from the throat back to my mouth.
my chest turned heavy until i collapsed. i was left breathless on the bathroom floor.
i shuddered at the thought of going back home,
of having to bear uncle because Papa will never come back.
uncle who called me pretty.
uncle who wanted to see me in his room.
Papa, i want to die.
the pills were useless, and i am too cowardly to use a blade.
so i drink deeply from this bottle that i got from the clinic.
i hope it will trigger a reaction
and do the job for me.
i ignored the sound of the knob unlocking.
then i saw you.
your eyes were the saddest thing
that i almost changed my mind.
"don't ever, i mean, EVER do this again!" you crouched down and hugged me fiercely.
"they found Papa dead."
i whispered.
"and you want to end up like him?" you questioned.
"i know you don't."
you don't know me.
a woman in white
slammed the door open.
you let me go,
and let her lift my body off the floor.
before everything went dark, you cried.
"i'll see you again, so survive!"
in the end, you didn't.
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