last chapter woo also suicide in this bit oops "What kids are doing is killing themselves," [liam's point of view] Honestly, I wasn't keeping track of the time. It wasn't like I needed to come home to anything, I could stay here all night if I wanted to. It was so relaxing, the music blasting in my ears as I felt the cold rock pressed against my back. It was such a simple action, yet a beautiful feeling. No one ever really comes here, especially this late at night. It's always deserted and empty, the perfect kind of place for me. So when I heard a loud slam and saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, I began to freak out. It sounded like a car door, and the mysterious figure seemed as tall as me. From what I could tell, they were drunk. They were limping and their face was scrunched up, showing obvious pain. They almost seemed familiar, but I couldn't- Maxwell. It was Max. I shot up, my breathing becoming quicker. I clutched my phone in my hands, one of my earbuds hanging down. Here? Now? Why would he be here so late at night? More questionably, why was he drunk? He never used to drink when we were together, why now? I could hear a choked sob leave his lips, and soon feeling a pang of guilt. I had to do something, he was going to hurt himself. By now, he was kneeling before the train tracks, and that's when it hit me. Wednesday's at 11:00, a train comes by. He was going to kill himself. "Max?" I said, quietly at first. I frantically checked my phone, seeing that it was 10:56. Four more minutes. "Max?" This time, I was a little louder, and I could tell he heard me, as he turned his head towards me. His face was bright red and his eyes were bloodshot, again, sending guilt throughout my body. I walked over to him slowly, and he squeezed his eyes shut, speaking slowly. "What're you doing here?" His words were slurred and choked, the emotion filling his words also filling my head. "Wait, no. No, no, no. You better not fucking apologize to me, not here-" He was cut off by the sound of a train horn, his eyes widening and a wicked smile spreading across his face. "This is it!" he yelled, laughing a bit. He seemed so happy, and that's when this feeling took over my mind. Love. I was still in love with him. "Max, please get off," I yelled back, the train getting louder, although not in sight yet. "Get off or I'm joining you on there," He laughed again, shaking his head as the train was now in sight. "Don't do this to yourself, Liam. I'll be fine," The train was getting closer. "I'm not worth your life," I jumped forward. "Liam, what're you doing?" I grabbed his hand as I lay down beside him. "I love you, Maxwell." He squeezed my hand and pulled me close. "I love you too." I swear I can still feel the warmth of his hand on mine.
