suicide hotline | bts

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everyday, i get calls and messages. i'm glad they come to me and i'm honored to listen to them but its not enough i still need to help more.

it was a rainy day and i was walking back home then my phone rang.

'hello?' a deep and raspy voice answer. It seems like he was crying a while ago.

'yes?' i answered.

'please help me' he said on the verge of tears while thunders were heard in the background.

He must be near.

'where are you? can i please meet you?'

'no please i cant im an i- im sorry'

'no please dont hang up' i ran the whole area searching for the mysterious caller.

your call has been disconnected.

those 5 words just made me fell on my knees knowing i had failed once again.

'No' i gather myself up.

i cant just give up i must find him. It was quite, the phone call. He called from a phone booth but there was music some kind of cafe music.

yes i must go there.

there was only one phone booth that near a cafe.