water droplets //dnf//

..flames..

‼️: suicide

please listen to the song when it says *start song*. it's a big part of the chapter

~George POV

Today is a good day to do it.

Or.. more like a good night.

The sun has rested, saying it's last goodbye. It's final set. The rays of orange and red that weren't all that bright to me anyways. For the last time.

I might've never seen it in all of the true beauty. But I'll still miss it. Not it. The memories of it. Watching it with, special people.

I'm walking around. Trying to find anything. Anything that will tell me,

stop

stop

don't.

But no luck.

This week was, overwhelming. The weight from the past few days crushing me. I can't breathe. It's holding me down. I cant get out.

It's like... i'm drowning.

Once the beautiful drops of hurt stopped raining down.. it flooded. Now I'm left trying to swim. Up. Up. Up.

But there's really no surface. I'm stuck. There's only one way out. It's a selfish way. So selfish.

I wrote the note. Everything I need to say, already put to words. Maybe the 'meaningful' words I wrote will sort themselves out. Helping people make sense of my actions.

But really, no words will fix this. The already fated path Im on. All I have to do is follow that path. The one telling me, to go.

I travel back to the balcony. The wind. The stars. Oh, so beautiful. The way the breeze flowed through me, was electric. A feeling so intricate. Tingling through me with every passing gaze. A new star pattern everywhere I look.

When I reached up it felt like I was touching the sky. Reaching thousands of miles away, to touch the delicate yet massive space. The stars, each carefully placed. Caressing the fire and flames that lit the dark blues and blacks faded amongst the horizon.

Dream was my star. My fire. My flame. I hope he knows it's not his fault. Once again, it's the fate. The path I have to take.

I have to. For the both of us. It's going to hurt him. I know that. I don't want him to be hurt but, he will. I want him to know I'll be free. He spent his last weeks making sure I'm okay. And I finally will be.

I stop my pacing to notice how, these are all of my lasts.

My last sunset. Last movie, last song.. last breath. Soon will be my last breath. I don't want Dream to have lasts. I want him to live.

Live an amazing live. With a husband, or significant other. Kids and dogs, and they go to the park everyday. Knowing Dream, he'll force his partner to get a cat. An older one from a shelter.

I don't want him to think about me.

He deserves the life. The ideal outcome. I wonder if his significant other will be handsome. But Dream wouldn't care if they are, he always cared more for personality.