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"His steady breathing faltered as he fell apart. His pulse rising as his body broke like his heart. His heart stopping as he felt his body depart." ~~~~~ He combed back a lock of cheaply dyed black hair and grinned at me, the guitar resting lazily against his knee. A smile spread gently across my lips, and I playfully punched his arm. "So did you like it?" His voice rose in suppressed apprehension. I didn't bother answering, I think my lips colliding with his was a good enough statement. I felt his body tense slightly, before he relaxed and cupped my face is his soft, slender hands. ~~~~~ "A series of lovers cradling in each other's arms. Little did they know love could be crushed using a palm. They never meant each other any harm."

All he wanted to do was make Vikk smile.

seven lonely boys, six pm, five schools, four words, three am, two lovers, one group chat.

There was sixty seconds until it hit. Based loosely on the game Sixty Seconds.

/#12 IN MINISTAR\ "We need to talk." • "It's about your thoughts." • "The suicidal ones." •

Once a person is born they're given a color. The color determines your life after highschool. Which college you go to, which jobs you can get, ect. That way no one mixes. No one gets into fights. No one gets hurt. After all.... colors aren't supposed to collide.

"What day did you kill yourself?" "Friday." "Of course you did! Fridays are for loser. Saturday's are where it's at." "Why does it matter?" "It just does. Don't question it." Or, in which 7 teens commit suicide and come together in ghost support group. Warning: much depression READ THE WARNINGS THIS BOOK IS VERY DEEP no homo just bromos (and a little hetero)

[love letter]; n- a letter or note written by someone to his or her sweetheart or lover