Our suicidal love story

I woke up to the feeling off his soft kisses coating my neck and his left hand covering my torn up wrist. "Lloyd" I whimpered into the comfort of his chest, spilling my tears onto his soft, once dry skin. "Vera" He whispered running his fingers over the slices in my skin. I glanced at him only to see tears form on his eyes. "You promised..." He finished, taking his finger tips off my arm to wipe a tear I knew I had caused. I had this sinking feeling in my chest and I held him.