Silver was very sure that Gold had forgotten about him by now. A day had passed and it meant that Silver could continue on with his plan. He wasn't exactly too sure about what to do for it. Jumping had its appeal but slitting his wrists and/or his throat also sounded thrilling. Getting run over by a train could also be a good plan. He knew he couldn't rule out drowning just yet. There was also ways he could cross off his list. Like hanging, there was too big of a chance that he could get caught, same with overdosing. There was a few maybes on his list. Like blowing out his brain and electrocuting himself. There was just so many ways he could die...
Carbon monoxide poisoning, suffocation, hypothermia, self-immolation, starvation, dehydration... So many ways to go and yet Silver still felt like he'd never figure this out. He had to end this and fast! As the days worn on he felt more and more demoralized. He was doomed and he had to finish this. Yet, still... There was something inside of him, something that was nagging him...
Silver wasn't a bad person, he just had a few problems. At least that's the conclusion Gold had come to. Silver was a good kid he was just troubled. He didn't mean to get in trouble or even act so reckless. Gold believed that Silver was hurting and trying to find help. And Gold would be the one to finally give Silver what he needed.
"I say you need to give up Gold." Crystal said as she flicked off a piece of lint. "But I really do want to Crys. I need to do this. Silver needs this." Gold replied. It wasn't in his nature to abandon someone he thought was in need. "But Gold, you'll only end up getting hurt. I don't want you to go back to being..." Crystal started to say as her voice trailed off. "I'll be careful. I won't take any unnecessary risks and I'll behave. I promise."
Silver had finally come up with a plan. It would be the best one yet. Silver was feeling the best he had in a while. As he strolled to the store he saw something he didn't want to see...
"Oh! Silvy! There you are! I thought you might come here, well actually I didn't but I just thought if I walked around I might see you and..." Gold said as he started to babble. Silver mentally facepalmed himself. He really didn't like how Gold was being all cheery and— Wait. Did he just call him Silvy? "I don't believe I said you could give me a nickname. I never even told you my name you moron." Silver snapped as he crossed his arms. Gold just ignored the other and continued to babble. "...it's a nice day and all. The sun is shining and I mean that there's a nice breeze. Can you hear the birds singing? It's pretty cool and I—" "Will you just shut up already?!" Silver snapped. Gold fell silent and frowned. "I'm sorry I just—" "No, stop. Shut up. Stop talking. Leave me alone!" Silver screamed. By now people were staring at the two of them.
"I am not your friend, I do not want to speak with you and I most definitely do not want you to call me Silvy!" Silver screeched. Gold's bottom lip began to tremble slightly, his eyes starting to water up and he whimpered. Silver saw that this was bad. "Wait! Don't start—" Silver started to say. Gold let out a loud cry and began to sob. Silver felt bad now. He probably shouldn't have— Wait. What was he thinking?! He hated this brat and wanted him to leave him the hell alone! Silver let out a huff as he shoved Gold out of the way and entered the store. He had to buy some razors. Gold was still waiting for him when he exited the store.
"Aren't you going to leave me alone?" Silver asked with a huff. Gold just smiled. "I'm here to help you." He replied. Silver mentally facepalmed himself again. This brat just wouldn't go away. "Look. I really don't want your help. I don't need your help. So please leave." Silver stated. Gold just wore a confused look on his face. "What do you mean? Of course you need my help! You're suffering!" Gold exclaimed. "Oh thanks for reminding me. Now I need to go back home so I can neglect that fact." Silver stated before shoving the other out of the way once more. "But— You do need my help! And I don't want you to kill yourself!" Gold shouted. Silver paused and turned to face him. "What?" He asked. "I don't want you to kill yourself." Gold repeated. He stared at Silver with an fervent look in his eyes. Silver was dumbfounded. No one had ever said that to him before. It never even occurred to him that people could care about him... Silver swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt his eyes start to burn. "Don't lie to me."
Don't lie to me. That had been the last words that were said before Silver took off running, leaving his bag behind. The razors were now in Gold's possession and he was muddled. If Silver had wanted to die so badly then why would he leave the tools behind? Gold just couldn't make sense of it. He had given up after attempting to comprehend the situation. Silver wanted to die but maybe he didn't want to die as badly as he thought he did. Gold shook his head to clear his thoughts before he laid on the bed and took out the pack of razors. They were shiny and were just so enthralling to him. Gold took one out of the pack and held it in his hand. It was cool and very smooth. He ran his finger along the blade, ignoring the red line that was appearing. It was all just so alluring to Gold...
Silver had realized his big mistake. Running off was stupid. He had forgotten his bag and didn't have enough money to buy more razors. Silver felt desolated. He wanted to end it and now he couldn't. Silver knew what he had to do. He had always been good at tracking people down... Silver decided that it was now his mission to hunt down Gold and get his razors back.