Chapter 3

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TONYS POV
Clay, He needs to know. I leave the hospital and I feel this weight lift off my shoulder. Hannah is okay. I get in my car and turn on the radio. 'The night we met' by lord huron is on. This brings back so many memories, of Clay and Hannah. They may never have got to have their love story, thankfully now they can. I drive straight to Clays house, and forcefully knock the door. Clays mother answered "hello, is clay here. I need to talk with him urgently" I anxiously ask "yes sure Tony, come in he's upstairs" she nods politely while letting me upstairs "it's first on the left" she smiles. "Clay" i quietly knock on the door. "Tony? What are you doing here?" Clay confusedly responds. "I need to speak with you, urgently" I stare looking down at the floor. "Sure, come in" he nervously smiles. As I sit on his day bed, he looks at me. Plastered with confusion. "It's about Hannah" i blurt. "Hannah?" Clay retorts, his tone becomes more blunt. "Yes, hannah" I began. "She- she attempted suicide clay, she's in the hospital" clays face becomes broken. "w-what?!" He cries "she attempted suicide? How? What? When?" He stutters. "Today, I found her in the bathtub unconscious slit wrists. She very nearly died" I depressingly continued. "I need to see her now" he responds, starting to cry. "It's okay, I'll take you" I consoled. "I love her Tony, I love her" he sobs into my chest. "I know, I know" I sadly sniffled. We leave clays room and go downstairs. Clay, filled with tears in his eyes let's his mother know where he's going. And with that, we leave.

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