My Danish Sweetheart

Scorned Boy [0]

Apr.26.2148

"I'm sorry."

I've heard the phrase one too many times before.

It's lost its meaning.

"I'm sorry, Izuku." said my mother.

"I'm sorry, Midoriya." said my teacher.

"I'm sorry, Young Midoriya." said my idol.

What are you sorry for?

I should be sorry.

It's not your fault I'm this useless. You don't need to be sorry for that fact.

Hell, I am sorry.

Or—wait—that goes against my previous words.

What I mean is that I'm not sorry.

And you shouldn't be either.

There's no point.

I'm aware of how pathetic I am.

And you are too.

For this reason, I stand here in the cold, my fingers and cheeks numb with a chill.

I feel the wind sneak under my uniform, tickling at my skin.

I stare down at the city, the world that's forsaken me. Or perhaps I've forsaken them?

I shake the thoughts away.

I reach into my pocket, giving the small piece of paper a humorous glance.

I thought I wouldn't be using this,

I was wrong.

The wind tries to rip it from my hand, blowing a gust that attempts to knock me off of my feet.

I hold onto it with my life.

My eyes scan the letter, reading it half-heartedly as I kick off my shoes.

Red, I note, my shoes are red.

Red, the color I like most.

Red, the color I see as I stand over the toilet, my scarred hands tightly gripping the stall.

Red, the color that drips from my arms at night.

Red, the color I see when @#%*&$# burns me.

Maybe I should've found joy in a different color,

But maybe it's fate that I find warmth in the things that cause me pain.

I step over the railing, leaving my note inside of my shoes.

As I look out over the building, I see that town.

And all at once, the loud world goes silent. I feel like it's all stopped, just for me.

To give me a dramatic exit.

To welcome me into the afterlife.

Thanks, World.

For jackshit.

My foot hovers over the edge; I mentally prepare myself for the impact.

I push myself off of the roof.

The world pulls me back.

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omg!

hi it's sy-on

i'm not planning on doing many a/n's, as i myself don't usually read them at the end of chapters

i'd instead like to say that i will be crossposting this story on ao3 aswell !1!!1!1!1!1

i also will say this random and occasional indentation is not the official format of this book

(hooray)

anyways, here's the important stuff.

If you or a loved one are experiencing suicidal thoughts, please, do not hide it.
Seek help.
If you're in the US, dial 988.
Here's the link to hotlines in other countries.
https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/

thank you. i love you all. stay safe.

bye !