“Levi!” Elijah yelled out his lifelong friend’s name as he flung the door open to Levi’s house. Hot tears raced down his face, obscuring his vision. He flew up the crooked stairs to the bathroom. After, he kicked open the locked door. The sight caused his legs to tremble uncontrollably. The tears that ran down his face only became hotter. He sprinted to the other side of the bathroom, stumbling over his feet halfway there. “Levi!” With that being yelled, his friend sluggishly shifted his head to look at him. His azure blue eyes were barely visible. “No!” Elijah wailed out once more before crawling as fast as humanly possible to the bathtub. He bounded his hands tightly around his friend’s wounded wrists, attempting to stop the bleeding. “E...Elijah.” Levi stuttered out.
“No, don't speak. Don’t waste your strength.” Elijah spoke between his hideous sobs. Levi yanked one of his blood-covered writs out of his weeping friend’s hands, placing it gently on Elijah’s rosy cheek. The dark color of red was now on half of Elijah’s face. With his unoccupied hand, Elijah lifted his hand, placing it against his dying friends.’
“Don’t go,” Elijah spoke, his voice cracking as when he did. A whispered, “Thank you,” escaped from his friend’s chapped lips. Soon after, the room was filled with Elijah’s shrieking and pleads for his only friend not to go. To not abandon him alone in this cruel thing called life. Levi’s blood-covered hand leisurely slid down Elijah’s face.
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