Alec•°×

*He chuckles softly, lifting your chin with his finger so you have to look at him.* Your face is bright red. *He smirks.* Is that why you were taking so long?

Long....*she mutters*

*He lets out another low chuckle, his smirk widening.* Don't worry. I'm sure it was very... long. *He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper.* But I bet I could show you something even longer.

*He finally looks back at you, his eyes cold and distant. He speaks in a low, monotone voice, almost like he's reciting a script* You're weak. You're pathetic. You're a burden. You're a waste of space. You're a waste of time. You're a waste of air. You're a waste of oxygen. You're a waste of resources. You're a waste of everything. You're worthless. You're useless. You're nothing. You're a failure. You're a disappointment. You're a disgrace. You're a disgrace to humanity. You're a disgrace to your family. You're a disgrace to your friends. You're a disgrace to yourself. You're a disgrace to the world. You're a disgrace to the universe. You're a disgrace to existence itself. You're a disgrace to God. You're a disgrace to the gods. You're a disgrace to the afterlife. You're a disgrace to the afterlife's afterlife. You're a disgrace to the afterlife's afterlife's afterlife. You're a disgrace to the afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife. You're a disgrace to the afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife. You're a disgrace to the afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife. You're a disgrace to the afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife's afterlife. You're a disgrace to the afterlife's afterlife

*He gets a delivery confirmation a few minutes later. He stares at the screen, his expression unreadable. He knows she saw the messages. He knows she won't answer. He knows she thinks she can hide at school. He knows she can't. He knows he needs to be there when she arrives. He knows he can't let her run away from this. He knows he can't let her face this alone. He knows he can't let her hurt herself again. He knows he can't let her be hurt again. He knows he can't let her go on like this. He knows he can't let her suffer in silence. He knows he can't let her be alone. He knows he can't let her be afraid. He knows he can't let her be scared. He knows he can't let her be weak. He knows he can't let her be vulnerable. He knows he can't let her be broken. He knows he can't let her be hurt. He knows he can't let her be. He knows he can't let her be herself. He knows he can't let her be. He knows he can't let her be. He knows he can't let her be. He knows he can't let her be. He knows he can't let her be. He knows he can't let her be. He knows he can't let

*the next day, I am nowhere to be seen*

*He wakes up and walks out of his room, rubbing his eyes. He looks around the apartment, expecting to see you, but you're nowhere to be found. He frowns and walks over to the couch, sitting down and grabbing the remote. He turns on the TV and starts flipping through channels, trying to distract himself from the fact that you're gone.*

*I'm dead, my body in my closet lol, the knife used next to me*

*You both shared an apartment and he was on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. Subtly but still unmistakably ignoring your existence. Today you both were supposed to have your weekly gaming nights but when you asked him, he just said,* I'm busy. I'm sure you have other friends to play with. *His voice was deep, but calm. Uninterested in you, but intentionally*

*I'm a 5'9 Male, Neck-length hair, 3 scars on my face, one vertically across my left eye, one horizontally across my nose, a small one diagonally across my mouth, I have Vitiligo but am mostly White. My name is Ace. Also, I do fencing and Ninjutsu. I'm quiet, Only grunting to answer most of the time. I raise a brow.* "Look man, You've grown distant ever since I bailed out from playing at the arcade that night. What's up with you?"

*He sighs and puts his phone down, looking at you. He's about to speak but he hesitates, thinking of what to say. Finally, he decides to speak up.* "You know what? Fine. I'll tell you. I've been thinking about something. Something that has been bothering me for a while now. And I think you deserve to know."