𝗺𝗰𝘆𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁,𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳,𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁]

the end [dnf] 💛/🖤

let's start off strong with a fluff angst, shall we?

tw: suicide attempt, depression, mention of self harm

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pov: george

this was it. this was the end. my time has come.

i stand here, at the bridge again. my life in the palm of my hands.

i don't know why death always sounded more pleasing than life. why darkness was more comforting than light. why hell sounded like it would be easier than heaven.

the thing about life is when you simply decide to stop giving a fuck. that life just isn't worth living. you question your every move, why should i have to wake up? or brush my teeth, or even go to work.

you feel like a burden to everyone. you can't feel the love.

especially when everyone that is supposed to love you is gone.

i want to die.

i want to jump off this bridge and not survive.

why?

because if life is this hard, it doesn't seem like it's worth it anyway.

it was 1:32am on a chilly sunday. the stars were out and a cool breeze brushed against my pale skin.

you'd think i'd be crying right?

but no. absolute numbness.

i sigh heavily as i hostler myself over the railing looking into the deep sea below.

this was it. this was checkmate.

my final breath, here it was. total relief from pain.

that's until i felt a hand on my shoulder.

i turned my head making sure to not go to quick or i'd fall, not that i would care.

"hi, how are you?" the boy asked. his skin a slightly tan and the bridge lights illuminated his features especially his beautiful emerald green eyes that has tiny glints of hope in them.

"oh- i was just" i stumbled over my words. great, even death doesn't want me.

"it's okay, what's your name?" his voice laced with kindness.

"i- george" i sighed out.

"oh hi george, i'm clay, could you come to the other side of the railing for me please" he held his other hand out to help me.

i took his hand ever so slowly as he helped me back over the cold steel railing.

"do you want to talk for a while?" he asked, still holding one of my hands.

"no, i want to leave," i basically whispered. i didn't want to be saved.

"i can't leave you"

"why not? i don't even know who you are"

"because if i leave you, you're just going to go back on the other side of the railing, and i can't have you do that"

tears laid on the cusp of my eyes, threatening to fall, "why can't you just let me die, please i can't take this anymore" i said looking down at the ground.

the next thing i felt was a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders, "it's okay, you can cry" he whispered softly.

i couldn't control myself anymore. i tried so hard to keep it together but i couldn't. i cried into a random man's shirt. god damn, i'm literally at the peak of patheticness.