"It's just that... no matter what I was prescribed, no matter the day, week or month, no matter what I was doing, that overwhelming feeling of utter sadness filled me wherever I went." Jay trailed off & turned away from Willoughby as she worked up the strength to continue.

"Family & friends started acting sharply to me. I know it's because they were only mad at the dark place that had taken a hold of me, but it hurt me... bad. Their caring hurt me & made me feel even worse. I tried to be strong. I tried to be happy. & when they asked how I was feeling, I held back the trembling in my core & put on a bright smile to keep their anger & disappointment away. Of all things, I couldn't bare to let them down.

But, I've lied that I've been fine for too long. This miserable hole I live in has become my definition of 'fine...'

I'm suffering, Willoughby. I need help. I don't know why you came to me now, but I really need your help." Jay smirked darkly & laughed to herself. "I just never expected I'd be asking Death to help talk me out of ending it all."

Willoughby was silent. All the pain he stifled for so long rose up & blossomed into tears that rolled down his face. He looked down at the ground, away from her gaze, to compose himself.

"Jay," He finally said. "I will do anything I can to save you from your death." He looked up into her eyes, his red eyes gleamed alive with fire.

"As the Reaper himself, I give you my solemn promise."

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