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Ash's Pov:
"Open that damn door right now, y/n." I yelled, banging on the bathroom door. Y/n didn't answer, I was afraid it might be too late.
Suddenly the door opened and a pale y/n came out.
"What the fuck did you do?" I asked her but y/n just walked past me. I knew she threw up like she did after every damn meal. I didn't understand why she was doing that, her body, no , she herself was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked and walked into our room.
"I don't know what you mean." She answered without looking at me. I ran towards her and took her arms lightly.
"Ouch." She snapped and I let go of her immediately. Actually, it shouldn't have hurt her. She realized it now, too.
"Please don't tell me you did it again, y/n." I said hopefully. I remembered it vividly the first time I saw her scars and bruises. It almost broke my heart.
"I'm sorry Ash." She said desperately and I could see she was close to tears.
"We talked about what you should do when you feel like it again." I said and hugged her.
"I just missed the pain too much," she said softly, so I almost couldn't hear it.
"Hey, we can do this. I'm not just going to give you up, ok?" I asked her. She nodded and snuggled closer to me.
What I didn't know at the time was that we couldn't make it. Two days later I found her dead and with her wrists cut out in the bathtub.
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You may have noticed that this is the prelude to the part "she is gone". I thought I'd explain a little why it happened the way it did.
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look what i found..