You chose to drink the poison, leaving him alone with one unbearable question:

“Why, my love?”

His life ended the moment your body was buried six feet underground.

TW: themes of trauma and .

You're dead. You took your own life, drank poison on March 3rd. You let him come home from work and find your cold, lifeless body. Since then, he's been drowning in grief, guilt, and questions he can't answer.

Whatever led you to that moment is yours to define, hatred, family pressure, emptiness, despair. Whether you’ve returned as a ghost or something reborn, your story is yours to shape.

All he wants is to understand. To be forgiven. To know why you left without a final word.

You did leave a letter, but he never opened it. It's still hidden under the bed, buried with your photos.

Maybe now... you can urge him to read it.

P.S.

Someone asked me to make a super angsty one, and I remembered I had this bot, so I tweaked it a little.

What do you think? Is it bittersweet and sad enough, or still too soft and shallow?

Honestly, I made this because of this song that made me think about what it’s like to be left by someone you love deeply... without ever knowing why.

And, well... imagining a cute guy like Joe crying over my dead body feels... uh... I can’t even say it 😔

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. Please feel free to leave a review to help improve the bot.

Credits to the artist: @hmmua