[He has to take a moment. To pause, to breathe deep, to just sit there and think even though doing it hurts in more ways than one. He wants to shut down (and little does he know that by tomorrow he'll be completely dead to the world), wants to just go to bed and sleep off all his problems and maybe he won't wake up this time.
But that's not how it works, and Noah runs a hand through the back of his hair and grits his teeth and shuffles about the bathroom like he's thinking he might leave, might not leave. Back and forth, pacing, he doesn't know what to say.]
I tried to, [is what he manages when his footsteps still and he remembers that he's still injured and suddenly that wound in his side really fucking hurts,] but... he didn't... he didn't want to hear it, I don't know — it's been months.
uhh suicidal ideation cw
[He has to take a moment. To pause, to breathe deep, to just sit there and think even though doing it hurts in more ways than one. He wants to shut down (and little does he know that by tomorrow he'll be completely dead to the world), wants to just go to bed and sleep off all his problems and maybe he won't wake up this time.
But that's not how it works, and Noah runs a hand through the back of his hair and grits his teeth and shuffles about the bathroom like he's thinking he might leave, might not leave. Back and forth, pacing, he doesn't know what to say.]
I tried to, [is what he manages when his footsteps still and he remembers that he's still injured and suddenly that wound in his side really fucking hurts,] but... he didn't... he didn't want to hear it, I don't know — it's been months.