After all, suicide is contagious.

But when it comes to Michael Realm, I might be a little murderous. But just a little." He pinches his fingers together.

He turned to stare down at his latte, wiping hard at his cheeks as the tears started to fall. He didn't push away the pain. It was his and he would own it. He wouldn't bury it again.

Realm swayed and put his hand over his heart, watching after her. A sharp pain from knowing that you want something you don't deserve. That you can never have again.