A short story in which a mysterious number begins to text Troye Sivan lyrics to Calum Hood. No one knows who they are, or what they look like. Everyone is too focused on the suicide rate that is climbing higher and higher with each passing day. UPDATE: i wrote this a lil while ago so if it's a little ew at times (seriously the whole thing) then my fault i just wanna put this bitch out there cus why tf not?Creative Commons (CC) Attribution