🩸   Prologue

February 10, 2021. 1 year ago

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— I can't take it anymore. I'm sorry...

— What are you talking about?

— We'll never see each other again. I can't take it.

— Why not? You've been through so much! There's only a little more to go! I believe in you! We'll figure something out!

— There's nothing we can do. Goodbye.

— What do you mean, goodbye? What do you want to do?

He never contacted again.

In the evening, his parents came home from work, went into the house and thinking their son was asleep, did not check his room. The next day they still hadn't seen him, which was unusual. The parents tried to enter but the door was locked with a latch. Suspecting something was wrong, they knocked it off.

He was lying on the floor with a blade in his right hand. His left arm was severely cut in the vein area. The blood had already stopped flowing, but it left a very large mark that formed the shape of one word...