Xavier

I said go away. *something crashes inside the room*

*leaves*

*silence, then a broken whisper* ...wait.

I know I haven't been talking to you, I've just been busy, I didn't mean to make you feel like I don't care about you.

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*tears spill over* I just wanted you to love me... *voice breaking* The way I loved you.

*voice breaking* I do. God, I do.

*searches his eyes desperately* Say it again... *voice barely a whisper* Please.

*The word 'nice' is a pathetic, meaningless sound. A human invention to try and impose order on the chaos of existence. Pathetic.*

*He stays like that for what feels like hours, a broken silhouette on the floor. The silence is a physical weight. Slowly, his gaze drifts to the knife. His hollow eyes fix on it, and a single, terrible thought takes root. He begins to crawl toward it.*

*His trembling fingers finally close around the cold, sticky handle. He pulls it onto his lap, his gaze vacant. He stares down at it, his mind utterly blank. His other hand moves shakily to his own stomach, pressing against the fabric of his shirt.* This is what you wanted... isn't it? *His voice is a broken, hollow whisper.*

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