Trigger Warning: suicide
"Seb, whatever you're trying to do, fucking stop!" I scream from top of my lungs, tears falling down my frozen cheecks. I can't get to him fast enough before he does somthing stupid. My only solution is to talk him out of whatever he's doing, and I feel like slipping. Emotionally, physicaly and mentally.
I can't deal with this.
Only a few hours ago he was with me on the phone, rambling about some collegue getting on his nerves. He sounded fine and I tried to believe it; that was the first mistake. When my gut felt something was wrong, I just thought 'We called and he told me he was fine. He was feeling great actually.' That right there was my second and most crutial mistake.
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