Suicide Season

I stood awkwardly in the doorway, staring at the gauze on my wrists, then back to Oliver. I hoped he didn't notice.

"You didn't... Why did you... I'm sorry." He said.

"It's okay. There's a lot of reasons, it's... complicated."

He nodded and kept quited.

"Really, Oliver. It's okay. I'm fine now."

"It isn't okay! You have so much to live for and-"

"You don't know me," I interjected. "There isn't that much to live for."

"I think you could have a lot to live for. You just don't know it," he said.

Then he kissed me.