The Boy from the Bridge [EDITING]

"I just wish you'd stop running from your problems, and run to me instead." I said quietly.
"It's not that easy..."
"You don't need to tell me that. Trust me." I replied.
"Recovery is hard; not everyone can pull it off." I pulled up my sleeve, where multiple of my own scars were visible. There were more on my thighs, but I didn't want to overwhelm him. I saw him staring not at the scars, but at the semicolon tattooed on my wrist. I smiled.
"A... Semicolon?"
"Where does a semicolon go in a sentence?" I asked him.
"Near the middle-ish."
"Not quite." I said. He looked at me intently, awaiting my response. I sighed.
"A semicolon is used when a sentence could have been ended, but it wasn't." I explained.
"My mother taught me that before she gave herself up to save me and my two twins."
He stopped to process this. I could hear my mother's quote replaying in his head.
"Two twins?" He asked finally.
"Triplets run in my family, not twins." I explain. Or, so I hear.
"Shit. Remind me never to have a kid with you."
"Oi!" I say, pretending to be offended. We burst out laughing, despite the situation. It was a miracle that we still had laughter hidden inside us.
I knelt in front of him.
"Listen. You can't die on me." I said, gripping his hands. "I want you here, in our tiny house located in a Community, run by a bunch of Satan's offsprings. Because we're together." I said. "What I don't want is for you to one day be found dead in a ditch. I love you, Anthony, and we need each other. Perhaps more than we know."
"I love you too, Eli."
"I know, love." He said, kissing Anthony's forehead. "I know."

BASED OFF THE SONG "GLASS HOUSE" BY RED