Nobody | V.N Y.K - Discontinued

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yuuri trudged along the long road, his back burning with every movement he made but he payed no attention to it.

he was done, and he was tired.

he just didn't want to live anymore. anything seemed better than this.

anything seemed better than the constant sexual harassment, the beatings, the scars and the guilt that he was the reason for his parent's death.

when he was younger and in middle school he had always promised himself he would save his virginity for the right person and that he knew it was going to be a guy. he tried saving it, that was one of his only real wishes.

but even that, was taken away from him.

the long bridge began to fade into view, and before yuuri could process anything, tears were flying from his eyes as he broke into a painful sprint. quiet sobs escaped his lips as he realized what he was doing.

he just wished
it could've turned out differently.

and he wished
he could've know what if felt like
to live a good life.

but he couldn't, and that was the reality. there were no hidden secrets, no little white lies and no loopholes.

his only option was jumping off this bridge.

he finally reached it, walking over to the edge with his breathing heavy as he just stared over into the water for a moment.

it was a very tall bridge, so just the height in itself would cause quite a bit of damage on his body and prohibit his movements.

and then there was the fact
that yuuri didn't know how to swim.

as a kid, his parents never taught him because they never seemed to care enough. so even to this day, he's only been a pool once, and decided never to do it again because he had almost drowned.

this was said to be a very deep river.

so if yuuri jumped,
he'd go under
and not come back up.

that was his plan, anyway.

the small boy just bit his lip, then lifting his leg over the railing and pulling himself over. once his other leg was over as well, he stood still on the tiny amount of concrete left and stared down at the water.

it seemed so close,
yet so far.

all he had to do was jump,
and all of this would be over.

he takes a minute, thinking through everything that happened in his life and all the moments he wished could've just gone down another path. he wished he wouldn't of came out to his parents as gay, because maybe then they wouldn't of drove off angrily and drove off this bridge.

yes, that was why yuuri had come to this bridge.

he was going to die in the same place as them,
because even if they had never cared about him or his health,
he still missed them.

he wished he wouldn't of accepted the offer to live with his uncle,

wished he had never dropped out of high school and that he could've experienced being in love or someone falling in love with him even once.

he knew no one would ever love him,
but he could still dream.

he could still dream of someone holding him in their arms

telling him how much they needed him

and how loved he was.

he wished he could've been normal and didn't have to live in constant fear.

he wished.

he closes his eyes
taking one last breath of the suffocating oxygen

before he jumped, the cold air hitting his skin.

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welp
this hurts

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