W̶h̶y̷'̴d̸ ̸y̷o̷u̶ ̶l̸e̸a̸v̸e̴?̷ (CANCELLED BFB CREEPYPASTA)

I̴ ̷w̷a̶s̴n̵'̸t̸ ̷t̴h̶e̷r̵e̸ ̵t̴o̶ ̴s̶a̴y̶ ̵g̶o̶o̵d̵b̴y̸e̷ ̵

Needle sat in front of Pin, Coiny and Firey's grave. She slowly looked down. How could this happen? They're all killing themselves as if suicide is a disease! She placed a flower in front of every single grave, even Leafy's. She missed hanging out with them, already. Slowly Needle walked away, her hands held together in front of her as a pang of loneliness drooped down on her aggressively. What was there to live for? It's better completely falling with them. Falling. It's a quick death, and nobody wants a slow, painful one. Needle walked towards the cliff. It wasn't the one where they rode airplanes, because two stones stuck out the ground and a little one. Almost like a buried moth. Needle took out a sticky note, her eyes then clouding with tears. I'll miss you Loser, She wrote. She set it on the small rock, staring down at the end of the cliff. Water ebbed from one side, sloshing calmly among the mud. She braced herself before finally jumping off, crashing to the ground in a loud thud. She didn't land in the water, obviously.