Trigger: Cutting and suicide stuff...

       I was working out today. I ran two miles and when I stopped, I lost my eyesight and hearing for a couple of min.
       I was so scared that I was going to die. My eyesight is already bad and I felt my heart out of control.
       That might be what made me write this.

7/16/17

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He didn't know if she was paying attention. She didn't seem like she was.

Wally remembered when he first met him. Her smile and how he could smell her floral perfume. How soft her hands were when he shook them. He was hooked.

She had powers of restoring and healing. She could give small amounts of her life to other life forms.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." She said, giving him a polite smile.

He always tried to impress her. It was hard but every time she laughed at his jokes or congratulated him on something, the rewarding feeling gave him hope that maybe she could love herself the way he did.

Because every time he complimented her, she would snort or roll her eyes. She doesn't see what he saw. No one could see.

And every night, he shared his secrets to the stars above because maybe all the wishing would pay off.

Maybe one day she will see that every time she looked away, he was giving her the most endearing look. And maybe she could see how he felt through the many compliments and words he said.

But she wasn't listening. He wished that she would.

Because he wouldn't be missing her right now.

Now that she's a world away where somewhere he couldn't chase off her demons. He was scared.

Her self-deprecating jokes honestly scared him. The way it went too far scared the living hell out of him. And the cuts he found on her arm one day made him want to cry.

Because one day, when she disappeared, he will still be here without her smiles, words and thoughts. Everything he loved about her will be gone.

Scared of what he might do to see and hear those things again, he would do anything.

"Give it back!" She yelled.

Wally snatched the bloody knives out of reach and frowned. His eyes were on the edge of tears.

"No. Promise me to never do this again." He said, after coming back from throwing the knives away.

"Wally, please don't tell anyone." She said, quietly. Her eyes were leaking with tears.

"Why?" He said, his tone matching hers. His voice full of hurt. "There's no point of doing this."

"I don't deserve this power, I'm not strong enough for this. This... this is my punishment—it's okay Wally, I'm not scared to die." She tried to smile.

Wally couldn't believe what he was hearing. "It's not about that! It's about hurting yourself for such a stupid reason. You think dying will make you stronger?—"

"I made it this far!"

"No! I never want to hear you say those things! What about the team? What about everyone? Have you ever thought about how it might affect us?" Wally ranted, "You will be stronger if you worked harder, cutting yourself and wishing for death won't help yourself to be better."

"W-Wally..." her voice was broken.

It broke him.

Whenever he slept, he would sometimes dream about her bloody dead body causing him to wake up again. It haunted him, reminding him how pathetic he was for not doing anything.

He would sometimes call her to make sure if this was reality. But every time her voicemail played, it broke off another piece of him.

He wanted to see her again.

But she was half a universe away.

In the land of the dead.

And sometimes he wondered if he tried harder to save her, would she be here next to him and happy. He could've been her savior, he could've been her cure, he could've been her salvation that is if he tried harder.