Taylor's pov
I was bawling, I found what looks like a suicide note in y/n's dresser. It looks very new, y/n is about to be home from ballet and she has some explaining to do.
Y/N's pov
I was home, fucking finally. Taylor didn't greet me this time however, and are those sobs I here? I walked upstairs to see my door open and Taylor clutching a piece of paper and bawling loudly. Wait, oh fuck that's my suicide note, I wrote it a few days ago. I'm definitely gonna get it tonight. "Tay?" "Y/n/n why didn't you tell me you were suicidal?" "I-I." "I can't bear losing you." "I-I'm sorry Taylor..." "Don't be sorry, I can help you y/n." I broke down. "Shh y/n it's ok." She hugged me tightly. Maybe it'll all be ok.
