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⚠TW: Suicide ⚠
An: this is a really sad chapter, don't say I didn't warn youuu
It was a lovely day in nockfell. Larry spent the whole day  moving his stuff to a new house so he could be roomatws with sal, who he was hopelessly in love with. Sal was still in love with his high school girlfriend, Ashley (they had ended things when she moved away for college). Larry however loves sal, and realized his feelings around 2 months after they met (which was almost 10 years ago now).

Larry was at home alone now, his mom on a date with some random guy, desperate to find love after things with Henry didn't work out. He sat alone in the tree house, his only companions being a half empty bottle of liquor, a pack of cigarettes, and a picture of his father.

He didn't understand why he drinks in the first place. It started as a way to numb the pain, but over the years it has only seemed to make things worse. Yet time and again he comes back to the bottle in an attempt to rid him of his depressive thoughts.

Tonight was especially hard for him, he couldn't place his finger on exactly why though.
Maybe it was the move, leaving his childhood home.  Or maybe it was because he was leaving his mother, just like his father did when he was young, and he was scared of her being on her own (especially in this building).
Maybe it was even a little bit of the fact that his one true love is in love with some other whore.
All this and a bit of the feeling of pure uneasiness he got when he stepped foot in the building.

He didn't really know how bad he was that night until he found himself in the bathroom of his apartment, grabbing a bottle of pills to bring to the treehouse. He didn't look closely at the label, didn't really care much of what the bottle contained anyway.

His hands shook and he fought back his droopy eyelids, fearing that if he falls asleep it could just be the end. He had taken too many pills to count, not the full bottle, but he was too dizzy to tell how many pills he had taken. He didn't want to die, he was very afraid of death, but in this state of mind, it was all he was hoping for. He thought of calling 911, but if they weren't able to save him, then he would never be able to talk to that lovely blue haired boy again.

He basically said fuck it and opened Sally's contact and pressed the little green phone Icon.
"Larry face? It's like 4:00 am are you ok?" Sally worriedly spoke, in a concerned tone.
"I- yeah I'm fine, I'm just calling to say that I love you... I mean, thanks for every memory, every late night call, every time you made me laugh. I appreciate you more than anything in this world ok?"
"Dude, you've gotta stop calling me drunk, get some sleep, I'll help you nurse your hangover in the morning lar-bear" Sally chuckled
"Yeah, ok... I just love you dude. Thanks for everything.."
The phone cut out and Larry lost feeling in his limbs, dropping the phone before he himself fell to the dirty wood floor of the treehouse, blacked out.

-The end-

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Wow a real tear jerker wasn't it?
I'm sorry for my absence, for one I was gonna stop this book and for two, I've kinda stopped writing. I found out some sad news about someone I was close too and it reminds me of this app too much and it hurts to log in, but ik they wouldn't want me to quit writing, so I won't quit, for them.
-sunny