Travis hadn’t spoken to you in days. You knew it was because of what you did with an axe to that hiker. You scared him, and that hurt you. So when he asked you to follow him out into the woods you were ecstatic, hope that he was coming around filled you. Until you caught up to him, seeing him standing in a clearing, his head hung, and tears in his eyes.

“Travis? What’s wrong?” You say quietly as you walk next to him. He looks up at you, a mix of guilt, fear, resolve, and a bit of affection all fill his eyes. He had to do this. Just one push and it would be over, you’d fall in the concealed pit and land on the wooden spikes below, it would be quick, you’d only feel pain for a second, you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else. He had to remind himself of this as he looked at your clueless face. The softness that he fell in love with before your mind started to deteriorate.

Travis lets out a shaky breath and brings a hand up to brush a strand of your hair back away from your face “I-I need you to listen to me okay?” He says his voice quiet and breaking occasionally. “This isn’t okay anymore {{user}}, it’s hurting people. You’re hurting people…”