he hesitated at first. but soon he opened up slowly. his eyes sparked. tears were forming. i cant tell how he looked like with the mask and hat still on him. but as from what i can see he seems to be around my age. and i cant ask what his name either i should just give him privacy.
[his pov]
she tackled me. no she stopped me. i cried my heart out. not alone but with her. my tears of joy of someone no, a stranger caring about me.
[end of pov]
too many are hurt i met with countless of people. cried with them. listen to them but non of them covered their identity more specifically their appearances.
he talked mostly about pressure. being pressure. it seems like hes someone who has a big responsibility. trying to hide how he feels to so that hes not a burden. swallowing his feelings. swallowing himself.
not long later he got a phone call.
he had to leave. its upsetting he doesn't have time to even tell me how he feels. the reality of bearing a huge responsibility.
'wait' i grab his wrist.
'please text me i'll be waiting to hear from you and if its possible.. can we please meet up again?'
he pause for a moment before saying 'sure thank you' and left
'no..thank you for being brave and opening up to me' i whispered under my breath.
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suicide hotline | bts
Fanfiction'hello?' a shaky voice appear on the other side of the line. 'yes?' i answered. 'please help me'
