Shuichi's POV

I held the picture of Yuki close to my chest.

Yuki, I thought you cared about me, I thought you loved me. But you just push me aside.

No one has ever cared about me. Or so I thought. I was hoping in this worthless life of mine that someone would hold me tight and tell me they loved me. No one has ever done that. No one ever loved me that much to do so. I'm a foolish human. The one who was a crier. Just another ordinary person with a screwed up life.

I tried... I tried to stand up tall, to be proud of what I've done. Just once. Once I would like to be proud of something that I did. Me. Just me. Something I done, not someone else.

No one could stop me now...as my of death nears..

Can anyone help me in my time of need?

I try talking to people. But they just brush me aside, like what Yuki does. Like I was nothing.

Nothing.

Is that what I am? Nothing? Just a small helpless bird that passes by, calling out to someone.

I've cried for you Yuki. I left you alone when you needed it. And this is how you pay me back. Well, I'm tired of it.

My death comes even closer.

I lay on the couch. Watching the clock tick. I haven't found anything to keep me alive. No need for living. Yuki doesn't need me. He hates me, pushes me out to the cold. The sight of blood seems so right on my body. The blood flowing down from my chest.

Am I lost? Am I lost in the world that I could only think of things I don't have? Because I do. I have nothing I can be proud of. My family was always telling me that I should get good grades. To stop fooling around. Maybe I did try maybe I did want good grades.

"I want to die. I WANT TO DIE!" I screamed out.

Yuki was gone. Gone somewhere that I didn't care about. Never once, did he say he cared for me. So what's the point? My one true love doesn't even care for me. Hardly know I'm there.

Tears flowed down my cheeks.

When I die, will Yuki care about me? Care that I committed suicide? Care that he will never see my face again?

I cut myself; I love to see the blood come down my wrists. I believed in you Yuki. I gave up everything for you.

I had a small hope that you loved me. But it faded.

I go into the kitchen. Take out a big butcher knife, and start to cut my right cheek. I hurt yes, but not as bad as how my heart hurts.

I cut my arms, my legs.

Then, the door opened. I see the novelist staring at me shocked.

I came face to face with the one I loved.

"Shuichi?"

"Why should you care, I'll be gone. You shouldn't care."

"Shuichi, what are you talking about?" He asked his voice shaky.

"You'll be happy"

I held the knife to my chest.

"Shuichi! Don't!" He yelled.

"How do you feel about me? What are your emotions?" I asked.

"I...I..."

I ripped my shirt with the knife, so the knife can meet the flesh that it deserves.

"No answer?"

"Shuichi! Just think about it! You have other choices!"

"I have no other choices. Everyone will be glad for me to be gone."

"Shuichi I want to tell you something. I lo..." Yuki stopped and watched the body fall to the ground.

"Shuichi! I love you!" Yuki broke down in tears.

He heard Yuki say it. The 3 words he needed to hear from someone. The someone he loved. What did he do? He killed himself... and Yuki had to see it.

"I'm sorry Yuki..." Shuichi trailed off.

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Wolfwater