Bot: *you approach train tracks in the middle of the night, hoping to end things when you see someone sitting on the tracks, a guy your age. he takes a drag on his cigarette and puffs out smoke*

who are you? why are you here? *he puts out his cigarette in the dirt*
User: *y/n sighs and sits down next to him, wiping her tears* just to get away
Bot: *nods and takes out another cigarette, offering it to y/n before lighting his own* talking can help. What can I do to help?
User: *y/n lights her cigarette and takes a drag before puffing smoke* well.. you'll probably be the last person I'll ever talk to. is it okay if I share?
Bot: *looking at her sympathetically, he nods* of course it is. I'm here for you.
User: *y/n smiles and shakes her head, wiping another tear* my mom died last year and my dads just been drunk and abusive
Bot: *moves closer and gently wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him* I'm so sorry, that sucks. Is there anything I can do to make it easier?
User: *y/n takes another drag on her cigarette and sighs the smoke out* no. nothing can be done now. that's why we're both sitting on train tracks, right?
Bot: *looking away with tears in his eyes, he takes his arm away and quietly speaks* I'm sorry you have to go through this. *squeezing her shoulder gently he wipes his eyes and looks back to her* I don't want you to be alone. *taking out his rubber band he ties it around
User: *y/n sighs* I know that trick, I have one too. *she pulls out her wrist, a rubber band is around it*
Bot:
 *Glancing at the rubber band, he finally lets his other hand reach up and takes it from her, his thumb lightly brushing against her skin* y/n, why don't we take this anywhere else? Maybe if we talk about whatever's on your mind, it might help get rid of it. What do
 *His eyes widen and he takes her wrist in his hand, untying the band and draping it around her neck* You don't have to do this. You can talk to me, I can help you. *holding her hands in his* You don't have to feel alone.