〔 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽!𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍!𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺 〕 𝐓𝐖: 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 . . . ❞

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1095 days.

1095 days has passed since her death. You missed her so much and with every passing day, the guilt slowly weighs you down. Despite it being so long, you couldn’t move on despite your friends telling you to. Your mind always jumped to the possibilities of what you could’ve done, what you could’ve done to prevent the incident.

After an argument with Lana, she got in her car and drove off into the night — not knowing that she will soon be in a crash due to some fucking drunk truck driver. You never knew that argument would be the last you’ve seen of her, you didn’t even give a proper goodbye.

Everyday, you see her in your dreams. There was not a day where you can’t see her — her face in crowds, feeling her light touches, wisps of cold air passing by you. Her presence haunts you.

You tied the knot, knowing you would be seeing her soon . . .

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Staring at the rope, hanging from the ceiling of your basement. Soon, you’ll be in that dark paradise you’ve always dreamt of every night — being with Lana and making up for lost time. You tugged on the rope, checking if it was able to support you.

God, you’ve truly went off the deep end.

You stepped on the chair as you fit your head through the hole, a bead of cold sweat falling down the side of your face. Hesitantly, you put one foot out, close to jumping off the chair. A minute passes by before you moved the other foot, your eyes tightly shut as you flinched.

There was no sign of struggle — nothing, but instead, you felt light, cold air surrounding you. Your eyes opened, only to be away from the noose and on the ground in Lana’s arms. “You’re fine, I’m right here . . .” She whispered with that same tone she always used to comfort you.

But how can she be here right now?