A/N: Another drabble. A rather long one. :)
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Prompt: Suicide

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Deidara groaned and rolled over, his hand reaching out to the bedside table in search of the cell phone that kept ringing. He grunted in triumph when he reached the metal device and pressed the button on the side, shutting off the sound. The blonde rolled over once more and promptly went back to sleep.

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Deidara walked into his classroom, tilting his head at the fact that once he entered the room, all of his classmates fell silent. He walked to his seat and sat down, pulling is hood over his head. He glanced at the seat where Sasori sat and wondered why it was empty; the red-head usually got to class before the blonde.

Ten minutes into the class and Sasori's seat still empty, Deidara started to worry. He walked up to the teacher who sat at her desk and pulled down his hood, mulling over his words before speaking.

"Miss Konan, where's Sasori?" Deidara asked timidly.

Miss Konan's eyes started to water up and she got up from her seat, grabbing Deidara's hand and pulling him outside of the classroom. She sniffled and wiped her face with her sleeve.

"Deidara . . . Sasori's not with us anymore," she said quietly.

"Oh. Did he move to a different class?"

"No . . . here, this is for you . . . it was found in his room . . ." Konan handed a folded paper to the blonde and walked back into the classroom.

Deidara looked at the paper in his hand curiously. He unfolded it and instantly noticed Sasori's handwriting. The blonde started reading the note carefully.

Deidara,

I can't really take this anymore . . . I'm done with trying to make my life work. I'm thankful for everything that you've done for me . . . I really am. I love you, I always will love you, even in death. Remember that.

I wanted to say my goodbye verbally, but you didn't answer your phone . . . Silly me for disturbing your sleep . . .

Goodbye,
Sasori

By the time that Deidara finished with the letter, tears were flowing down his cheeks like unstoppable waterfalls. He clutched the paper in his hand and let out a cry of anguish, sinking to his knees and sobbing for his lost love.

"If I had answered the phone . . . I could have prevented this . . ." was his last thought before the darkness overtook him.

A/N: Wow, I have a depressing streak. Shame on me. ._.