Maintaining a relationship with the one person you've ever truly loved is a hell of a lot more difficult when you're constantly paranoid about everything that surrounds you; Even when he's there right there beside you. [ATTENTION: This fanfiction will contain suggestive material, as well as offensive language and sensitive subjects. Please be sure that you are comfortable with material like this before reading.]

You walk down the street and see numbers. These numbers are either countdowns or a specific date. The date of their death. The only issue is that you can't see your own in the mirror. People just all of a sudden get really nice to you because they see how low your number is. (A high school au. Any triggers will be mentioned at the top of those specific chapters.)