Hold On

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*TRIGGER WARNING* This contains self-harm and suicide

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My phone buzzes. It's a text message. From you.

'I'm sorry. I love you.'

It sends me into a panic. Rushing, I gather my things and speed home. All I can think is that I can't imagine a world with you gone. I'd be so lost if you left me, all alone in this horrible world of ours.

Pulling into our once happy home, I sprint to the door and unlock it, fumbling with my keys, tearing up at that keyring that reminds me so much of you. I shout out for you. No sound. No noise. No reply.

Dashing through every room, searching for you, I find nothing. Nothing except the locked bathroom door. When I finally breakthrough, you're there. There lying on the cold, white bathroom tiles. Tiles that are currently stained with red.

The red. It glistens and shimmers, like some dark horrifying ruby. The red that looks so much like those beautiful red roses you so lovingly planted in our tiny garden the last April. The ones that died. The red that pours out of you looks like the dress you wore on our first date, perfectly crimson.

It pours out of you and I realise I need to do something. But I can't. I collapse, falling on to my knees. I pull you in to feel your heartbeat. Can you hear me screaming please don't leave me?

The long endless highway ahead of me. Your dying body still, next to me. I pray to the gods that I never prayed to before, I pray that the light doesn't fade. The light you had when you smiled, when you laughed, even when you cried. I think of the good times, trying to hide from the shock and the chill that's making its way through my bones.

They took you away on that table, that once pristine table. Pacing back and forth, all I can think of is your still body.

"Can you hear me screaming 'please don't leave me'?"

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right. I swore to love you all my life. They tell me to let go. I don't think I can. I'm not that strong, not like you were.

I just want to hear you saying something, anything, in the melody that is your voice. Hopefully, it will be 'let's go home'. I just want to take you home.

Come back, I still need you.

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So, I absolutely adore this song and this came to mind. I'm sorry if it offended anyone.

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