As Xane sits at his desk, The sound of rain pouring on the rooftop, Pen and notebook sitting in front of him, He lets out a sight and continues writing, Holding his forehead with a look of grievance on his face.

On the lone piece of paper, He began to write slowly at first, But then furiously scribbling as if he can no longer hold down the feelings of pain being aroused by the subject. He manages to choke down tears as he writes the words..

'What that name means to me.. That name.. Claire.. She.. Used to be somebody very close to me. I named my child after her for a good reason, Too. I mean.. It's not only because I love that name.. But..'

He felt as if continuing wouldn't do him any better. He sat in his chair, staring at the point where the pen was touching the paper, As he watched a tear fall slowly from his cheek to the paper, Leaving a small wet spot near the bottom of the page. He wiped away his eyes, and continued on.

'But..This girl. I had become closer to her than I have with anybody else in my entire life. She was the one single person i told anything, and everything to. All of my secrets, anything on my mind.. She was the one. I trusted her with my very life, For we had been friends. Best friends, Really for longer than I could even remember. One day.. She whispered the words to me.. I think I might be falling in love with you.. It was those simple words that began something I would never forget. Never in my life.'

He stops a second, Only to let two more tears begin to fall as his pen continues scribbling on, the painful memories flooding back to him.

'But. You see.. She had a problem. She was addicted to self harm. Being how much I loved her.. It didn't matter. Even if her entire body was covered in scars, From head to toe. the burning passion I had for this one girl could never even begin to be touched upon my simple mere words. A love for such an incredible beautiful..Kawaii.. Cute, And funny girl.. somebody so far more mature and intellectually advanced for her age.. Japanese.

She even taught me her own language, And she'd occasionally poke fun at my southern accent. How I loved that..I miss it. Iv'e never had fun with anybody in my entire life the way me and her did. She gave me a feeling none other could replicate. Something stronger than just love. a true bonding. A spark of hope.'

He stared at the piece of paper with the word 'Spark' written on it for a few moments, Before scribbling it out completely. He slowly rewrote it as the words 'A flame greater than that of Olympia.. Known as hope.'

He gave a faint grin, As more tears began streaming down his cheek and falling onto the paper, Remembering all of these happy times they have had. He began writing once again, Trying to write as fast as possible, Slightly messy at first, So he could finish before breaking down.

'But.. I did help her with her self harm. I tried my honest to god best.. It wasn't enough. i was young, Foolish. Thinking I could take on such a challenge as that. Her self harm began slowly driving me mad. Words..Phrases..'

He stopped once again, Sighing as he looked at his writing desk. Word after phrase had been carved with pens, and various objects into the desk. Terrible, Dark things. His hand began to tremble, and he knew he didn't have much longer, As he began to give a slight smile as more tears began streaming down his face.

'things.. Iv'e seen.. things. No human should ever see. The images still haunt me to this day.. Never leaving for a single moment.. They mock me, Dancing and shouting phrases of failure in my head..'

He stops, And throws his pen down onto his pen and paper, And opens the desk drawer. Inside are what is left over from his days of self harm. Razors blades, Knifes, Pens, and various sharp objects.

He stares at the contents of the drawers, As flashbacks to those horrid days are coming back to him just seeing these items. He screams a little bit as he throws the drawer shut.
'GOD DAMNIT! GET IT TOGETHER XANE!' He shouted at the top of his lungs, but for nobody else to hear but himself.

He began picking up his pen, Dropping it at first, But managing after a struggle to pick it up and begin writing once more.

'That.. That is when I began cutting myself. We didn't stop, even though my mental state had began to decline steadily. Notebook after notebook after notebook. Filled with terrible things. Thoughts.. Plans. Month after month went by.. I didn't care. I became obsessed over her.. She was all I ever thought about, of course.'

He stare at his desk blankly, Not a single breath of expression left on his face, As he listens to the sound of lightning outside. His face never changing emotions for a second, Began writing again at a formidable pace.

'things developed terribly.. I grew a second personality, Named triangles, and carried on full conversations with myself.. He.. Told me to do terrible.. Things.. It got to a fever pitch, My absolute obsession.. When she let go. Her mental problems had gotten in the way, and she had no longer loved me. I.. I didn't take it well. She was my exact twin, Claire was.. Everything we shared..Opinions.. Interests.. She taught me a valuable life lesson.. A beautiful one at that, That I will never forget..'

He winced at what he was writing next, As his nose began to trickle with blood. He let it drip onto the paper, when his writing smeared it across the paper a little bit.
'The final days I saw her.. All she could do was cry herself to sleep.. Take stomach fulls of pills.. All I could do is reminisce over what was.. With all of the emotional scarring.. I had turned into something I never wanted to become.

I had written a final poem to her.. As I had every day we had been together. My final words to her.. Be safe.. And the letter I left in her pillow that night.'

He stares at the paper, A mixture of blood and tears mixing around this part, Almost making it illegible on purpose.

'Only she could bring out of me such a vivid array, A colorful explosion, Of just so many different emotions, Often times more than just one..

She claims to be depressing, And even to be hurting my feelings occasionally. But I just wanted to let you hear the truth, being around you is much more than extraneous amounts of fun.

But only she could ever trigger such a broad spectrum of happiness, Of such lively emotions, That she just simply has to be magic..

Meeting her was the best thing to ever happen to me, to be quite honest, And I feel no regret at all with her.. For everything about her, And with is the exact opposite of tragic.

To the one and only Claire Part, Who took upon such an enormous role in my life, Showed me a much, Much better way, and brought with her the best four months Iv'e ever known..

Even as I lay weeping, Over what could have been between two lost souls, I reassure you Claire.. I regret nothing, Not even a second was remotely thrown.

All the plans we made together, I was just so sure.. With her, I just felt so at home, Now I feel so alone, I tried to make you fall in love, I tried to show em'..

So this is it, As I write these final words of her.. I recollect myself, What I have left to work with, and I write my last final poem...'

He stood up immediately following his final poem, and threw his chair near across the room out of rage, a face full of tears. He reaches inside his pocket, Pulls out a knife, and holds it against his wrist.

He began screaming at himself in a crying rage a range of inaudible slurs and words, Before finally dropping to his knees, And crawling back tot he desk, Barely even able to see. with one hand, He begins cutting himself across the chest and screaming the words without any limitations;

'I'm.. I'm sorry Claire.. I failed you.. I BROKE YOUR PROMISE!'
He sits on his knees, Crying, As he barely scribbles the words on the paper..
'I'm sorry, Claire.. For ever failing you.. The night you finally succeeded in killing yourself.. I'll be joining you soon, My dear.. Don't.. don't hold up for me..'
He stabbed himself in the arm with the pen, and began writing in blood at the very top the two words nobody ever wants to see.
'Suicide Note'
He wrote at the bottom in faint ink..
'Not that anybody will read this.. Goodbye..'
He collecting himself, Stood up, And stared at the ceiling and gave a wide smile, As he began to murmur the words to himself.
'It.. It can all be over..'
He looked back at the desk, Pulled out a length of rope, And began tying a noose.
'I.. I accomplished my dreams, Claire! I made it to the championships! I.. I lived my dreams!'
As soon as he had hung up the noose, He positioned the now broken chair below him, And said one final goodbye, the blooding from his nose dripping over his mouth and onto the floor in places.
As soon as he had prepared to kick out the chair from under him, He heared a shout coming from the locked door behind him.
'Xane.. Xane what are you doing in there? Xane..? Sweetie? XANE?'
He didn't hesitate a second, Only turned his eyes to the door.
As soon as he had kicked the chair from him, He hang there, without a single regret in his heart.
As soon as the chair had hit the floor, She had bursted through the door, Only to shriek at what she had seen. Her bloody husband hanging there, Near death. within an instant, She had tackled him, And completed broke the wooden beam supporting the noose in the process with a force unimaginable.
As they both lay there on the ground, Xane trying to catch his breath he best he could, As pieces of the wooded ceiling fall to the ground.
Without a millisecond of hesitation, Tara was hugging him with all her might, Nearly crushing his ribs with her still adrenaline infused muscles. 'What.. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?' she screamed into his ear, Scared near to death over what she had seen.
He didn't even smile. Just sighed, And pointed to the note on his desk.
She picked him up, And carried him on her shoulder, knowing he was too weak to support himself, And read the note the best she could, Knowing he was unable to speak at the moment.
As soon as she was done, she ripped up the note, and threw it away in the trash can beside it.
'Xane.. that was the past. I'm here for you, right now.. And I will help you no matter what, ..Xane.. Alright?'
He could only but utter the words into Tara's ear 'Th..Thank you..Tara..'
'Come. Let's get you cleaned up. We've got a lot of work to do...' As she was walking away.
As she left, The turned off the light, and shut the door.. As a barely audible evil laugh, Certainly not human comes from near the desk...