A/N: Skins/Wristcutters: A love story. Emily, Naomi and Katie do not belong to me, neither do any of the other skins/Wristcutters characters that may or may not appear in the story.
I'd like to think Katie cried, that perhaps despite everything she did love me in her own special way. But I suppose one tear would be too much to ask for from my overbearing twin. The way we left things, wouldn't surprise me if she didn't show up.
I wish I could be there, to see my final moments. To see Naomi, my love, to beg forgiveness. To see Katie, future footballers wife, to apologise. To see JJ, a friend indeed, to ask for understanding.
But I couldn't. I was well and truly in the shit.