𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

I'm on the way there.

The blade shined as you cut your wrist. You see, it doesn't do anything, it doesn't solve your problems. But It lessens the pain.

You missed him.

You washed the blade and hid it under the toothpaste's box. Plenty seconds later, your phone rings.

It's him..

You answered immediately, hoping to hear his voice. But instead, you hear an unfamiliar voice.

"Excuse me, do you happened to be Mr. Gluck's girlfriend?" You hear a young man's voice. "Uh- yes.. Why do you have his phone? Did something happened—" you were cut off by the young man with "Yes. I'm one of the nurses here in (hospital name). Mr. Gluck was hit by a truck yesterday night. His head was badly damaged. I checked his phone to call some relatives but it happens to be that the only contact he has was with you."

"Im on the way there." You said as you grab your car keys.