A suicidal girl falls in love,
She knows she is loved.  She does not find that blood lust from her scarred
wrists.  She feels a pulling in her gut, A feeling called happiness.
She believes she loves him, she believes he loves her. She has stopped
slitting her wrists, She is happy, She has a reason to live.
She has a reason to fight. To stay alive.
But what happens when that person

Leaves?