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tw/ suicide 

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As soon as Chan swallowed the pills, he regretted it.  He didn't want to die. Chan didn't want to let go. 

did

he?

He frantically dialed 911 and murmured out the information. Everything was fogging over. Chan was dying. He did this to himself.  It was all his fault.

Why?

Why?

Why?

He was fading. Everything was dimming, and he didn't know if he wanted to let go. But after all,

what

did

he

have

to

live

for?

A light appeared. It looked wonderful, safe, warm. But he knew it would mean the end of him. Chan debated his options with his slowing mind. He was conflicted. No one truly loved him. But maybe... maybe one day... someone, something could make it worth it. Something worth fighting for. A reason to live, to thrive, to love. 

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