Warning: Suicide

His hands moved, embracing me tightly again. I couldn't speak because of the pain that blocked my throat.

"I'm sorry..." I murmured. "I'm so sorry for being like this. I'm okay now. You can leave."

His expression softened even more. His shoulder-length hair hung loose, but it was messy. He looked so stressed.

"I won't leave you, Natasha," he declared firmly.

I furrowed my brow. "Why?"

He seemed confused by what I said, so I chuckled bitterly. My gaze fell on my trembling hands. I felt the ache in my heart. It felt like it was being torn apart. Maybe it would be better if I just slept,...