"I-I'm sorry," I stammered. I can't believe the words I'm hearing.
"*sigh* (Y/N) I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I-"
"No, its fine. I understand. I deserve it." I cut Felix short. We both paused, the tension in the air thick and unforgiving.
Then, I turn and walk away, the pressure weighing on me like a ton of bricks. I know what I have to do.
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"Let me Help You" - Markiplier x Depressed Reader
FanfictionWords to describe me - depressed- suicidal- a cutter- worthless- disgusting- ugly- sad And then I met Mark WARNING: SELF HARM, SUICIDAL IDEATION, DEPRESSION, ETC.
