Summary: Colby had secrets that he wished he told someone else, but it got too bad.
Type: Major Angst.
TW! Suicide & Mentions of SH! Please don't continue if you are sensitive to these topics, thanks!
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Colby sighed sadly, looking down upon the bright building lights as the moon glistened perfectly against the lake water. He never thought he'd be here, his childish and idiotic self thinking that one day he'd overcome his depression, and be known as a survivor of his own mind. He wanted to say that he beat himself, he conquered his thoughts, and finally became free. Well, his dreams never succeeded. Now, he's here, searching for another way to be free.
Death was the only option for Colby. It was the only thing that made him feel alive rather than the soft kisses of a razor on his skin. Colby wanted to smile but he couldn't. That's how he knew that it was the end. He couldn't fake his smile anymore, which was quite surprising since he'd done it his whole life from nine years old to twenty-six. It was endless, his suffering never stopping as he searched for reasons to keep going.
Sam.
Sam was a great example of life, someone who was happy and always bright. He was perfect, his height perfect, his hair perfect, his bright blue eyes perfect, and his smile perfect. It wasn't all about his looks, though. His personality mixed with Colby's perfectly, like it was meant to be. They were soulmates, both platonic and romantically. They were best friends, their love for each other never-ending as they stuck beside each other throughout middle school and to now.
Except, Sam wouldn't be the same after this. Colby accepted it, thinking that Sam would go through a small bit of depression but he'd make it through easily. Colby thought Sam would be okay after this, after finding out that Colby Brock, a twenty-six-year-old YouTuber, jumped off a bridge and drowned in a lake.
Colby smiled, looking behind him as the stars glistened.
Colby would be with the stars soon.
Colby slowly took a step closer, looking down at the dark gloomy lake beneath him. Colby wondered if they'd ever find his body, if anyone would even care to look. That's all it took, one step. So, why isn't Colby jumping yet? Colby exhaled and inhaled gently, his air filling with the last bit of lungs before-
Colby took his last step, the feeling of falling overcoming him as the adrenaline rushed through him. Colby smiled, his eyes closing as his body fell and as the wind ripped through him, his hair flopping over his face carelessly and quickly.
Colby's body hit the water, the feeling of sinking overcoming him as he couldn't breathe any longer. Bubbles floated to the surface as Colby sunk with a smile on his face, his eyes closed peacefully as he drowned in more ways than one.
It was peaceful.
It was now the end of Colby Brock.
