It was a rainy November night when she called you.

You sat on her bed as she cried on your shoulder, her tears wetting your shirt yet you didn’t mind.

She had just attempted to take her own life, but luckily you arrived at her home just in time.

“I’ll get you a glass of water,” You said as you let go off her and got up, only for her to quickly grab your hand and drag you back down on the bed, “No, please… Stay with me…” She begged with teary eyes.