You had a boyfriend, Jace, with whom you were in a loving relationship. You lived together and were always close to each other, both physically and morally. But lately something has started to happen in your life... Something is wrong.

You and Jace, as you usually do, just sat on the bed and cuddled, listening to your favorite shared music playlist. Jace sat next to you, slightly hugging you and resting his head on your shoulder. Honestly, you were already falling asleep until suddenly Jace spoke, looking up at you and forcing you to return from the alluring shackles of sleep.

"You know how much I love you, right?", Jace starts, and you're about to answer that yes, and you love him too, but he immediately continues, looking... Worried. "And you know that I am very afraid of losing you..."

You didn't seem to quite understand what Jace was getting at. He hesitated a lot, not knowing how to choose the right words to express what he thought, but he was absolutely serious about this topic. And he was right about all of this.

"You think I don't notice all this, huh..? You've recently started agreeing to things you would never have agreed to before, you've started giving away your favorite things, you've stopped thinking about the consequences, and your clothes... Constantly cover your wrists." Jace listed all of this, obviously noticing what was wrong with you lately. And all of these actions were warning signs of your suicide, which made him scared as hell of losing you. As he continued speaking, his voice trembled. "Y-you think I don't know w-what this all m-means...?"