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"Peggy!" John muttered as he rapidly knocked on her door, tapping his foot impatiently.

Just after Alex's text, he had stormed off to Peggy's dorm to share the news.

The sound of glass breaking and papers shuffling made John startle and look up.

Finally the door opened, revealing a nervous Peggy. "John!" She smiled, leaving her nervous self.

"What... happened?" John asked, stiffiling a laugh.

"PEGGY THAT'S THE THIRD TIME TODAY!" Theodosia screeched from inside.

"Yeah, uh, get in." Peggy sheepishly grinned.

"What happened?" John laughed, seeing an angry Theodosia.

"Well, I was trying to get some Cheetos..." Peggy started, fumbling with the hem of her shirt.

"Key word: tried." Theo grumbled.

"It was at the top cabinet!" Peggy pouted. "I couldn't reach it."

"Next thing you know, she'll be at the hospital, having some sort of disease because she ate too much chips."

John snorted. "What's the glass breaking?"

"Oh, she fell off and a glass fell from the counter." She said casually.

"Oh okay." John said, flopping himself at the couch.

"I have some...bad and good news." He sighed.

"H & M has no more stock of my favorite jeans?"

"There's a new Baskin and Robbins branch nearby?"

"The music studio down the road closed?!"

"YOU GOT THE WHOLE STOCK OF CHEETOS IN THE WHOLE WORLD?!" Peggy screamed, smiling ear to ear.

"No..." John chuckled. "Good news, Eliza's part of the LGBTQ+ community!"

Peggy raised her eyebrow.

"I thought Eliza was already part." Theo mumbled. "Like me, as an ally."

Peggy nodded in approval. "Yeah."

"Something more." John said.

"She's aromantic." He continued.

"WHAT?!" Peggy screamed. Her expression was a mixture of joy, shock, and a slight bit of angriness.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"

In a number of seconds, Peggy's phone started ringing.

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"That's Angelica's name?" Theo snorted.

"See for yourself..." John mumbled.

Peggy shot her a glare, before answering the call and the sound of Angelica's voice shouting came from her phone.

"PEGGY! YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THIS, BUT ELIZA'S FUCKING AROMANTIC--"

"So, it's true?!" Peggy smiled, eyeing John.

"Yeah..how did you know?"

"John just came bursting to the room." Peggy giggled but then stopped and looked at him.

"How did you know?"

"Alex told me." John said.

"Thing is..."

"Bad news is Alex is..." John started.

"Heartbroken." They all said in unison, even Angelica.

"Oh shit, Angelica where's Alex?" John asked, worry clearly evident in his face.

"He's in his dorm...fuck--"

~~×~~

Alex laid down in his bed, thinking so fast, his mind was racing faster than the world's fastest animal.

He's been crying for hours, his badly tear-stained face evidently showing that.

He stopped crying, as he ran out of tears. He looked over to his digital clock, telling him it was nearly midnight.

Nearly midnight.

Everyone's probably asleep by midnight, He assumed.

Earlier, he had heard the door opening and closing, as Hercules had returned.

He heard Hercules' knock to his room, but ignored it.

Now that Herc's asleep...

No, Alex, no. He thought.

He promised.

He promised to James, when he was alive.

He promised to his mother, even though she's dead.

He promised to his friends.

Heck, he even promised to himself.

But promises could be broken.

He rose from the bed, careful to avoid any creaking noise that might make Herc wake up, and was halfway to his bathroom when--

He paused.
He couldn't do this.
He had an amazing streak.

Two years clean.

I deserve to die, He said to himself.

Why is he alive?
He narrowly escaped death twice.

Why is he still alive.

Alex bit his lip, deep in thought again.

Is this the right decision?

He reluctantly went to the bathroom and leant against the sink.

He didn't know Eliza was aromantic.
He didn't know Eliza didn't like him.
He didn't know that his heart would break this bad.

Then why is he doing this?

Answer's right here.

Alex just couldn't find love.

He falls for the wrong person.
At the wrong time.

He just couldn't do it right.
Among all the things,
This is his fear.

Love.

He hurriedly grabbed the razor from the shelf.

He just had an urge to do it.

Every mistake he makes just wants him want to die.

No exact explanation.

Dying could wait, He thought.

Just give me pain...

He slowly dug the razor to his wrist, hissing in pain.

He watched in disappointment, and suprisingly, amusement as blood oozed and trickled down his arm.

He threw the razor to the trash bin.

What had he done?