filling in the gaps; noochless-poofless

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Matt
Crumbling. Crushed. Impaled. All of these described me. I was absolutely fucking devastated. It wasn't even comprehendible. I did everything for Rob. Everything. Even when it was horrible I stayed because I loved everything about him. I even was going to ask him to marry me. I..I don't even know anymore. I guess me almost dying meant nothing to him. I go onto Twitter.
@noochm: nowadays you can't even trust the people who you thought were your everything. People just don't understand that everything you do has a consequence.
I ran out of the party and into the cold Montreal wind. Not looking back. I stumbled to catch my balance as the snow slushed beneath my feet. I already knew where I was going, to the bridge, somewhere I could die in the most beautiful way imaginable.
What's your aesthetic?
A beautiful death.
Rob
"I just couldn't do it anymore," I say as I end Matt's voicemail message. it was one of at least 15 now. My mind thought about where he would actually be. I soon as I started backtracking I remembered. I knew exactly where he would be

"What if I just jumped Rob, jumped off that bridge," he said pointing. We were laying down on a blanket in a very unknown park in our town.
"Then I'd jumped too," I said instantly. Not thinking off the strong message my words were putting off. He just nodded softly and wrapped his arms around my waist. His breathes evened out until he fell asleep on me.

I knew exactly where he was going at this point, he was going to jump, and it was all my fault.