[Trigger Warnings: This story includes themes of suicidal thoughts, drug use, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised.]
𝙸ɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴏҒ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
In the haunting melodies of their youth, Zephyr and Theo discover a love that transcends time, only to be t...
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What goes through someone's mind when they stand on the edge, ready to leap from a rooftop? Is it the false sense of freedom that comes from knowing the outcome is entirely their own, untouchable by anyone else?
While I understand that suicide is a grave matter, not to be taken lightly, I must clarify that I'm not contemplating such an act. Rather, I'm simply acknowledging the fleeting, intrusive thoughts that occasionally flit through one's mind. You know, those moments when you stand on a balcony, twenty-five stories up, and you're struck by a sudden rush of fear or a curious wonder about what might happen if you were to fall. It's a strange dance with the abyss, but rest assured, I have no intention of succumbing to it. You might wonder why, or perhaps not, but allow me to explain.
People say suicide is the ultimate escape, but let me tell you, it's not freedom, at least not for me. Why? Because there are a few people I'd much rather see squirming in their own shame as I rise higher than ever before. Jumping off the edge would just give them the satisfaction they're itching for, and there's no way in hell I'm handing that over on a silver platter. I'd rather drag myself through the mud than give them the pleasure of watching me fall. Call it petty, call it stubborn, but I'd rather stay and fight through the pain than let them win. Besides, watching them choke on their own bitterness? Now that's a victory worth sticking around for. And there's someone I want to live for.
"What are you doing over there, Zeph?"
The sudden voice startles me from my thoughts. I turn to see Mia, who's standing with a look of concern.
"Hey, buttercup, fancy seeing you here."
A flash of irritation crossed her face before she started walking towards me.
