I'm glad he didn't say anything but his face looks so disturbed.
I can't blame him, I know what he feels.
"One week before our fourth anniversary, Deck called me at three in the morning. He said I should come to his house and we'll do something nice. Mom would kill me so I said I can't but he said that's okay because he'll be the one to go to my room and all I should do is to wait for him but I can't risk it so I went."
"Elle? I badly need you right now. Can you come here?"
"It's almost three in the morning Deck, do you want my mom to kill me?"
"Please baby, just now. We'll do something.. really nice."
"I'm sorry Deck but I can't."
"You can't? Or you just don't want to? You know what, Elle? You are selfish! I said I need you right now! Come over here or I'll be the one to sneak into your room! You choose now."
"Deck, what's wrong with you? Can we just talk about your problem tomorrow?"
"Oh, so I suppose that's a no? Okay, wait for me. I'll go there."
"No, Deck! Okay, okay. I'm on my way."
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Why Deck Killed Himself
Short Story❝everything he saw was black so he ran away to the dark paradise.❞ [language: english || very short chapters]
