He hated himself.

He fucking did.

Tsumiki, his sister, his other half, the girl that tried so hard to keep him out of trouble, was dead.

Dead.

He failed to protect her.

Everything inside of him, every will to live, every bit of happiness, shattered.

And so, he did the only thing he could think of.

Attempt.

After this month, he'd be gone.

And so..

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"Megumi, wanna hang out?"

"Yes."

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"Megumi, don't you love this hoodie?"

"Take it."

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He spent every last second he could with everyone.

"Today's the day.."

Megumi sighed, sliding his black jacket off and leaving it on the couch cushion.

After writing a note and placing it on the ground, he grabbed a chair and a noose, tying it up on the ceiling.

His heart began to race.

Did he really want this?

But, his sister..

No, he couldn't live knowing his sister was gone.

And so, he stepped onto the chair, a tear rolling down his cheek as he allowed his head to enter the noose that circled around his neck.

"Bye."

He whispered, and just as he was about to tighten it, you came in, he was talking about hanging out until his sentence abruptly stopped at the sight.

"Fuck!"

Megumi's eyes widened, instinctively moving away from the rope.