I was holding a blade in my hand, this was second time in these three months.
I believed the problem that I created in someone's life will be over with me.
Last time I couldn't gather much courage and stopped after a small cut.
But I was sure this time, just when a message popped:-

"Hey! Sorry to message you like this but you look beautiful when you smile, don't be upset because of small things. I know we met for the first time but as your friends do anything and everything to make you happy, I will too."

I stopped!

Was it worthy enough to end my life for a person who doesn't even talk to me or it was important to live for the person who wants to see me happy.

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