A(N) (UN)FATEFUL ENCOUNTER
The sky is dark. It's going to rain soon. Yet, I stand here on the rooftop admiring the beautiful view of the city, that's filled with lights of different kinds.
I'll admit that my initial intention was to submerge myself within the thousands of lights of the city, shutting off my own, in the process, but I can't do it. I'm not brave enough to consciously jump off from here.
"You're a boy. Stop crying!" they said.
"You're a man. Don't be so weak!" their voices echoed.
"You're the sole breadwinner of the family. Don't be selfish," they warned.
And as if that wasn't enough, they went as far as to say, "You're the culprit. YOU killed your mom. YOU did it."
The air above here is pleasant, not as suffocating as how I feel when I'm with them; my supposed family. The air above here calms me down, and makes me rethink everything. Is death worth every suffering? Do people regret killing themselves?
And just like that, I'm forced to snap out of my thoughts as the door to the rooftop slams open, making way for the silhouette of a girl.
She doesn't seem to notice me as she sits down with her back against the door. And then she screams.
A scream that screams, "I'm tired."
A scream that is full of sorrow.
A scream that's enough to say, "I don't want to live anymore."
A scream that shouts a thousand other things.
Then she gets up and walks over to the edge; the same place where I was standing before she burst her way in. I hesitate saying anything, but as she takes one step forward, I can't help but run to her, because I know that she'll disappear in the next few seconds.
"Are you okay?" I approach her, and she jumps back a little, obviously not knowing that someone was there with her.
"Do I look okay?" She asks.
"No, you don't."
"Mind your business. This has nothing to do with you."
As I'm thinking about what to say next, she speaks again, "No one cares about you, unless you're pretty or dying. So if you think I'm going to kill myself, then go away, because I'm not going to."
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The Taste Of Solitude (One-Shots)
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