Uncomplicated(All Time Low One Shots)

Missing You

I swear that I'm doing my best... I won't let you down.

Zack had gotten close to pain, like a blade across his skin, leaving scars that would always remain, etched reminders of battles fought in silence. It was always him against himself, a relentless struggle echoing endlessly in his mind, a labyrinth of doubts and fears he navigated daily.

Each scar told a story, a testament to resilience forged through hardship. There were the visible scars, the ones tracing jagged lines across his arms and chest, each marking a moment of overwhelming emotion or desperate escape. Then there were the invisible scars, deeper and more profound, etched into his psyche by moments of betrayal, loss, and self-doubt.

In the quiet hours of the night, when sleep eluded him and the world seemed still, Zack would often find himself grappling with memories he wished he could forget. The echo of harsh words spoken in anger, the ache of dreams shattered, the weight of expectations he could never quite meet—they all converged in his mind, creating a symphony of pain that threatened to overwhelm him.

Yet amidst the turmoil, there was a quiet strength that sustained him. It was the resilience born from surviving countless battles, the determination to keep moving forward even when the path seemed obscured by shadows. Zack knew that healing wasn't linear, that scars were not just marks of pain but also symbols of endurance and growth.

And so, each day became a new chapter in his journey of self-discovery and acceptance. He learned to be kinder to himself, to acknowledge the scars as part of his story rather than symbols of weakness. Gradually, the echoes of pain began to soften, replaced by a quiet resolve to embrace life with all its complexities.

Zack had gotten close to pain, but in doing so, he had also found resilience. The scars remained, but they no longer defined him. Instead, they became a testament to his strength, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there was always a glimmer of hope waiting to be discovered.

Zack stood on the chair, the noose loosely wrapped around his neck, his eyes blurry as he wiped them. A final breath a final goodbye to the cruel world as he kicked the chair out from under his foot.