”I don’t want to know your name.” I whisper, just loud enough that the wind can bring the words to his ears, ”I don’t want to know anyone’s name.”
”Not even your own?” he inquires. I shake my head.
”Especially not my own.”
(Or alternatively, ”Dumb emo shit I wrote during a spell of insomnia”)
OBS! Mentions of suicide, depression and blood, though not specifically in those exact terms, and if mentioned, it is not graphic.
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