Suicide.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5
Beautiful Scars

"Why did you attempt, Emilie?"
His voice is soft and alluring, it's like he's a siren and I'm a sailor approaching my death.
"I..."
I can't bring myself to continue, I choke with tears that threaten to fall.
Pathetic...
I hold in my tears and force a wry smile.
"I slipped."
The lie escaped my mouth, smooth like whipped cream and like the tears that are so thoroughly trapped in my throat. I feel like a python is slithering in the pit of my stomach. It hurts, it all hurts.
"Didnt seem like you slipped to me."
His voice is firm and almost questioning.

The tears ricocheted down my cheeks, the tears that I had held in for too long. It's alright, it's going to be all right...even the clouds have to cry sometimes, even the sun might need a shield. His sharp gaze softened like a ballad of tune.

I barely know him and yet I can already see the world in his eyes.
"It's Julian."
His voice is softer now, like the chirp of blue birds on a sunny morning.
"I...I know." I said with a sniffle.
"I must look really stupid right now."
I chuckled humorlessly. The bridge is quiet aside from my tears falling onto my neck and the soft murmur of the breeze, we're both silent. I felt his warm arms pull me into a hug. I froze. He probably does this with every girl, right? He's just a popular guy that's been fucking everyone since he turned 18 a few months ago and probably before that too. But his arms were so comforting...and the feeling of his chest against mine...
No. No, I can't seriously be crushing on this whore. Absolutely not.

I hugged back anyway.