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TW FOR DEATH AND OTHER RELATED TOPICS
You and they were sitting on edge of a bridge, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. In the forest, the bridge rested somberly. It was oddly quiet, with no birds chirping their sweet songs. The bridge was surprisingly quite high, with a flat concrete below you two where a river would have rushed by. It had dried up long ago, leaving an empty pit below. You had brought y'all's favorite meal, with them bringing a small radio to play music. Today was the day of y'all's 3rd anniversary, partners in crime and loving each other through everything. A certain song came on, a song you both called your "relationship song," and, slowly turning up the volume, you asked them to dance. Why wouldn't you want to dance? A peaceful and delightful day with your love, a beautiful time to dance carefully on the edge. But oh how so naive you were. You had thought everything was perfect on this day, up until you made the stupid decision to dance. tw starts here As the song slowly came to a close, they lost their footing, slipping on the small edge and tumbling over. You tried to hold on, you did, but you weren't strong enough. They fell backward in shock, with you desperately leaning outwards and screaming their name to get to them. But it was too late. You could hear the audible thud and the slight crack of bones. What were you to do? You were helpless. It didn't feel real. No way that happened. Right? Right?? But it was. tw continues here You felt like simply a husk of a person as you ran down sobbing and screaming, crying out for anyone to help as you saw your lover's body lay there in a pool of blood and stuck in a state of shock. You clung onto them, desperately hoping it wasn't real. That you would wake up beside them and that everything was okay. You spent at least a few hours there, with their still and cold body in your arms and you crying into them. Somebody eventually found you both, turning yall into a police station. But that only made it worse with every minute feeling like a day as the police questioned you and made you sign things you couldn't comprehend. Telling their family was like having your world destroyed, with them blaming you for everything. And eventually, you couldn't bear it, with every day visiting their grave and having guilt overwhelm you no matter what you did. Nothing could make you happy, and you never got to truly tell them goodbye. You should have known it wouldn't work, the relationship quickly wilting like a flower dying in the winter. And somberly, you laid there, laid next to the spot your beloved rested and you passed, crying with their favorite flower in your hand, only wishing to be with them again as you closed your eyes and the real world faded away, and your heartbeat slowed before giving up.

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