"I can't help but feel like I'm not enough."
"Would you feel less hopeless if I was there for you, in real life?"
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Yes."
"It'd be easier for me to help you if you knew who I was. Let's be honest here."
"You're not inclined to help me, L."
"I know."
"But I'm not going to sit by while you're contemplating suicide, Amira!"
"Thank you."
"Look. Let's meet up.. you know that park? It's just two houses away from yours, down the street."
"We should meet up there. By that weird little lamppost."
"I'm kind of scared, though."
"I know we've been friends for so long but"
"But you're afraid I'll be holding a knife or something?"
"Or that I'll kidnap you?"
"Yeah.. sorry"
"No, it's okay, that's rational. Okay, what if we met on that damned rooftop then?"
"At the school."
"The place where I almost lost you."
"Then you'd have a place to run, and thousands of people would be just down the stairs to help."
"No"
"I don't want to go up there again, L."
"Lets meet at the park. I'll be honest, I don't value my own wellbeing that much right now."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Does 8 PM on Friday work?"
"I'll be there."
"Goodnight."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
