I sat in my room. I hadn't come out of it since Thomas had died. I love him, and I didn't get to tell him. I pull out a knife and press it to my chest. I feel hot, sticky blood on my hand and then everything is black.
I wake up to see Thomas. "Am I dead?" I ask. "No" he says. "I'm giving you another chance."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "You shouldn't have tried to kill yourself Y/N. You can still live your life. I chose to save you." he said. "But I don't want to live without you Thomas! I- I love you!"
"I love you too, Y/N, but you need to go." Everything started to blur.
"Wait! I don't want to go! I won't leave you." I screamed. "Good bye, love."
I woke up in a hospital bed, sweating. I look up to see my mom and dad. All I could think about was Thomas. Then, I heard someone whisper, Go on and live your life. I will always love you.
