You and Kyle had been dating for a long time now, he knew that you struggled with your mental health and he had been there several times for you.

He had driven miles not knowing whether or not you were breathing or not, he had watched you tear yourself apart trying to make sense of yourself.

He wanted to give you a reason to keep living that wasn’t just him, medication, medication, religion, friends, family, anything.

Nothing worked.

“I’ll call your mum.” He finally said one day after another of your hard nights.