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(A/N Trigger warning-Suicide, self harm and heartbreak.)

Remus's (pov)

"Remus Creativity Sanders will you marry me?"

HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! This is everything I've ever wanted.
"I~"

No

Wait what?

Does Logan really love you?

Of course he does. I know he does.

Really? You know he does? Honestly now, that's wishful thinking.

Oh shut up brain! I love him and he-

Even if he does your holding him back.

Shut up.

Nothing but a dark side.

Shut up!

Nothing but the shadow of  your brother.

SHUT UP!

"Remus?" I look down to Logan. His eyes glistened in the moonlight. His beauty worthy of the gods. "I-I can't." I could practically see his heart shatter. He stood up immediately "What?" He had tears in his eyes. "Tell me your kidding. Please?" His voice was wavering as he held out his hand to take mine though I only stepped back. "I'm sorry." I whisper looking down. I couldn't bare to look at his face. "O-ok then. Goodbye Remus." He sinks down. I fall on my knees and bury my head in my hands letting the tears come crashing down. "I'm a fucking idiot."

Logan's (pov)

I rise back up in my room and just stand there. What now? After all this time and no. Just no. I let the tears fall down my face as I sit on my bed. I love Remus. But I guess I wasn't enough. I'm never enough. I will never be enough. Not for Thomas, not for Patton, not for Virgil hell Roman already hates my guts. I wonder if they were to notice if I died. I doubt it.

We can get murdered but we've never seen what happens if one of us commit suicide. Perhaps we could find out. I summon something that should do the trick. It was just a plain razor but it should work nonetheless. I take a deep breathe and run it over my arm. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. Self inflicted hurts a lot more than being murdered. I run it across my arm three more times as my hands start to shake and the room starts to blur. I'm wearing my glasses right? My head starts pounding as I drop the razor. Shit, shit, SHIT! I start breathing  a lot heavier as I lay down on my bed. At least it's a comfortable death. The world around me starts fading out. As my eyes begin to close. The last thing I see?

My door being forced open.

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