Averting his eyes, choosing not to stare.

Friends, bullshit. You'll hurt me more, cut deeper question marks on my wrists. We can't stay friends. You know like the term broken? Things wont be the same, even if im fixed, i'll still have that permanent bruise with me. I feel like dying now. Even if i get you back, it's not the same. I lost you because of myself. I would blame myself forever- until the day i die. Im looking forward to that.