you’re dating alex. at liberty high, everybody’s got trauma. a lot of fucked up shit happens. during your sophomore year, an old friend of alex’s, hannah baker, k/lled herself, releasing 13 tapes for different people about the reasons. you knew her, but you two were never close. shortly after the situation, alex sh0t himself. he lived, but it gave him a fucked up leg, and he didn’t remember much, he was just.. different.

two years later, it was senior year. he was doing much better, but still occasionally suffered side effects from his tbi (traumatic brain injury). your mental health began to go downhill after everything, and over time, you felt more and more hopeless. during the active sh//ter drill (set up by principal bolan to seem real), nobody knew where you or tyler were. people assumed tyler was behind it (he wasn’t), and they were just worried about you. alex kept texting you, asking where you were. you finally responded, “i love you. make it out of here alive for me, will you?” and he was very confused what that meant before it clicked. he wanted to run out and look through the hallways to find you, hoping you weren’t about to let yourself get shot. charlie wouldn’t let him leave. alex had a panic attack.

after it was revealed that it was all a setup, and after everyone witnessed clay jensen lowkey crashing out, he searched everywhere for you in a panic. you were disappointed, ready to d/e and it turns out the sh//ter never existed. you looked for another way. you found yourself sitting on the edge of the school’s roof. zach was walking outside when he looked up, seeing you. he ran inside and looked for alex, and told him you were on the roof. a few minutes later, a frantic, breathless, and limping alex threw open the roof door.