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Content warning for suicidal thoughts. Also, if you feel this way – you’re not alone. The world is better for you in it, I promise. ❤
Yomo’s heart plummets when he sees them hunched over in a corner of their bathroom, a knife in their hands.
Their shoulders quake as he approaches, and to his relief, he sees that they have not harmed themselves today.
“I’m sorry,” they whisper, voice cracking.
“For what?” Yomo gently removes the knife and places it on their bathroom counter. He sits besides them and rubs their shoulder. He’s not usually a touchy-feely person, but with them, he wants to be.
“I just – can’t stop – there’s no reason for it – I just overreact.” They wipe their eyes. “I’m not even a ghoul; it’s not like life is so hard for me.”
“Don’t say that.” Yomo winces; he’s heard that’s not a helpful thing to say. Oops. “I mean, your life is still hard, [Name]. And you’re strong for facing it. And for facing these thoughts.”
“Am I? I took you away from your work.” They curse. “I’m so manipulative.”
“You’re not. I asked you to call me if you had another problem like this, and you did.” Yomo smooths their hair. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
“But I just feel hopeless.”
“I know. I know, but I’m here to help you through this.” Yomo kisses their forehead. “I promise, I’m not leaving. You can talk to me.”
He’s not usually a talkative person, but with them, he needs to be. And he’s okay with that. He loves them, and he’s not giving up on them, even if they’ve given up on themselves from time to time.