more angst (suicide Tw)

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He held the razor up to his wrist, but then he caught (y/n) looking at him.
He breathed heavily. "GET. OUT."
He pushed them out and closed the door, locking them out. He heard them banging on the door. The fast writing of a pen was heard, and then very heavy breathing and something falling to the floor.

I'm sorry, angst is my life...

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