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#1 | the bridge (prologue)

★ - IT was a cold, quiet and dark night near the cold watered lake. There stood a young, beautiful and lone female. She seems to be around the age of 19.
The dust particles and dead leaves slowly blowing away together on the ground as she walked past them in the opposite direction gracefully as she hums a song mindlessly.

' I want to sleep forever so bad.. Well, to be honest, my life isn't that bad at all.'
She scoffs,
'Honestly, I don't even know what I'm living for the whole time.'

Her life isn't that bad, as she just thought.
She doesn't have friends, nor anyone she could even call a companion. She lives alone, and there's no problem with her finances. It's pretty decent. But despite all that, she felt oddly empty. No matter what kind of activity or in other words, anything she did, it would always unsatisfy her even if everything she did was always and effortlessly perfect.

It was as if like she had a hole in the middle of her heart from the moment she was born to this very moment. She had always felt empty and never happy. She tried her best to brush that feeling away by doing things normal people would do such as having a love life, yet,

nothing changed and everything still meant nothing to her.

Nevertheless, she kept holding on to a sliver of hope for dear life. And what kind of hope was that, huh? Who and what? She doesn't even know the reason herself.

Although she feels these blank feelings, she still lives a normal life, eating balanced meals a day and does activities normally.
Well, in her perspective, some people would basically let their feelings out to people their close to, a therapist or do something they like to calm their mind down.

But, in this case, [Y/N] didn't have anything she's particularly interested in. Well, she likes cats, but it doesn't pique her interest at all to what other people would often call it as love life, or even sex life. And what I mean by doesn't, she literally doesn't.

All she does her whole life is.. Well, mask up all of her emotions from others that it would be a burden if she shows other people her true emotions knowing as though living for her is already a big hassle. To say that she would be sad about it, she wouldn't. She thinks that it would be a hassle to think people would look down on her.

It isn't because of her pride or anything. It's just her being herself.

While she hummed a song mindlessly, she decided to walk over to a metal railing that surrounded the old, plain bridge at the lake.
Yet again, the wind blows past her [H/C] hair and her plain brown pleated skirt that matched her [S/C]
skin tone well with her short, black waistcoat that covered her white shirt to her body.

And there she was, trying to jump off the old bridge into the lake for the secondth time since the first time it had failed her.
Well in other words, her second suicide attempt this month.

Taking a deep breath and forcing an empty smile plastered on her flawless [S/C] skin,

she jumps off.

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A/N:
cringing so bad ;-;
(2nd time edited)

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