And Love Said No.

He sat in the corner, curled up and crying. Only silently, but crying nonetheless.

Then love walked in.

"No, Ole. Just... go away."

"No."

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He sat on the bathroom floor, the broken bottle of vodka on the tile next to him.

The door opened.

"Fuck, not now, puking-"

"No."

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He curled up on the bed, wishing he had the guts to just end it.

"Just do it-"

"Emil-"

"Ole, just do it. Kill me. Please."

"...No."