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really depressed ilya fic sorry bout that ;/ 11.9k words
He looked down at the dirty floor; he needed to clean up. To get rid of the evidence that this had ever happened. Not that anyone was ever coming over anymore, it had been just him for months. He couldn’t bear the idea of someone being in his house, not after… Not after he was the last person here. And he ran away. And that settled something in Ilya about his worth that so deeply told him that that was the end of everything. Of them. Of himself. That he wasn’t worth anything. He was nothing.
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Ilya knew he was depressed, he feared he took after his mother that way. No one else knew Ilya was depressed, and maybe that was part of the problem. Facing the aftermath and the guilt from failing to kill himself seemed to be a whole other issue. Especially when it came to Jane and Jane finding out what he did.
,,,, this is a fic that has lowkey pretty graphic descriptions of an attempt but it's Ilya so of course he acts like it's no biggie and that he's fine are we surprised
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