Not Everything Gets Better

Not Everything Gets Better

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Hi my name is Heather I am 16 and I am suicidal, I cut, and do terrible things to myself. Everyone thinks im okay but they dont see what goes down in my head. I though it was over for me but then I met him.
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You're a 25 year old artist who lives by yourself in Brighton UK. You don't have much time for people since you're trying to make a name for yourself and not be a "starving artist." But one person catches your interest, and apparently you caught their interest too. And that person would be Seán William McLoughlin. "I was worried about you." He finally said and pulled away to look me in the eyes. "I thought you had gotten hurt or something." I sighed. "Sorry about that..." I mumbled and hung my head. He took my chin in his hand and lifted my head up so I looked into his eyes. "There's nothing to be sorry for, but please, tell me when you're hurting. I'm here for you." I was trapped in his eyes, like I was being hypnotized. "that's what friends are for right?" He quickly added. "Yeah..." i wish we were more than friends though. I wanted to add, but couldn't. ~cover made my me!~

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