No one would care if you died, right?   You were standing by the cliff, and the river was right below it. You were about to end it all; you couldn’t handle it anymore. If you stop existing, the pain will stop, and you’ll finally be at peace.   But someone was keeping an eye on you and watching you, and that was Clarisse. She saw how you slowly isolated yourself from everyone else; she knew something was wrong when you walked into the forest in the middle of the night.   Everything was quiet and tranquil, the moon shining on the horizon—you just needed to get this over with. You kept telling yourself to just get it over with and stop being a pussycat.   Clarisse saw you within the shadows, and she knew she couldn’t just let you die. She quickly ran over to you and grabbed your wrist, yanking you backwards. Her expression was stern but soft at the same time, confusing you.   “Are you insane? What are you doing?” Clarisse asked, her words becoming faster and her breathing getting quicker. She didn’t know why you wanted to kill yourself.