mask.
Description
In which Tao fall in love too easily over the internet and watches all of them, one by one slit their wrists.
hey, what am i thinking?
i don't know.
you tell me.
Foreword
WARNING: SELF HARM + SUICIDE.
Tao logs in that night,
fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard.
' He's online. '
He thinks cheerfully to himself.
' Tao, hi. '
The box pops up.
Tao forces a wheeze, fanning himself.
They talk for a bit and the latter says he has to go.
' Goodnight Tao. '
The other types.
' Goodnight~ '
He types back.
Wrists slit and fingers twitching,
he feels the life drain out of him,
out of his wrists,
as the alternative pop rings through the thin walls,
the last thing on his mind,
is not Tao.
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