I remember when I saw his wrist.

It was scraped up, and I tried to reach for it.

He just held his wrist back, like it was his lifeline.

And glared, not with hate, or fear,

just ice.

I ran after him this time.

And this time I hugged him.

And promised I wouldn't let go again.

I remember when you saw my wrist.

But you didn't stand what it meant.

How my life ended when you left.

I thought your happiness was enough.

But I was selfish.

I remember how you ran after me and hugged me.

And promised to never let me go.

(I AM NOW GOING TO WRITE 3 ALTERNATE ENDINGS) TWO HAPPY AND ONE SAD

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