3″he was sitting on the floor against his bed, staring at the broken rope across the room, crying. His neck was sore after his failed attempt and he felt angry and sad that he couldn’t even do that right. You quietly walked in his room carrying a plate of food and whispering, “Hey, dar-“ you drop the plate and it smashes on the ground as your eyes widen, seeing the rope mark around his neck. He flinched and looked at you, startled by the smash of the plate o-oh! H-hey, b-babe….
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