Oneshots! (sanscest mostly; requests welcome!)

cherryberry // treebros (twisted DEH plot)

Blue // Evan
Fell // Connor
Dream // Jared

Blue and Fell are friends, and send each other emails
Both had suicide attempts
Fell succeeded
Blue did not
(twisting that DEH plot on ya)

Blue-

I breath in the crisp, winter air atop the tallest cedar in the forest. Gazing upon my failed suicide attempt of an arm, I sigh and think about the emails I had sent to Fell. Dream and I had a lot of fun writing those, trying to stop Fell from ODing. I guess we failed. Just like I fail at everything. I take in a sharp breath as I remember what happened the day after Fell died. One branch, then to another. I remember grabbing the branches, one by one, and reminding myself why I shouldn't be here anymore. I climb higher and higher. I climbed all the way up. The sun shined on my face as I sat on the highest branch. I stood up onto shaky legs before...

L e t t i n g  G o

I felt the ground. Nothing more, nothing less. It was... serene. Quiet. Unfortunately, about two seconds later I felt a stab of pain in my arm. After that.... I barely recall even a flash of white.

Damn.

I blink a few times before tuning back into the real world. Fell was... awesome. There's nothing like his smile. Perfect, whenever he did smile. It reminded me why I was here. I needed to make him smile. Even if he was high, crying, broken, depressed, or all of the above, he needed somebody to be there for him. I may have tried, but I failed.

I hear him sometimes, y'know? He tells me what I need to hear, all the time. Tells me that it'll be okay. Tells me to just breathe.

I love him, too. Wish he was here with me. He could come with me on my walks in the forest, bathing in the beauty of it all. We could climb trees together, sit at the top and tell each other crazy stories about how if you put a birdhouse on a tree it won't move up as the tree grows. We could... just talk. All the time, about anything we need to vent out.

I remember telling stupid jokes and messing around with Fell. I would joke about self-deprecation and he would joke about drugs. Fun, right? My personal favorite joke was... "Do you want to know what my grandfather told me before he kicked the old bucket? 'Wanna see how far I can kick this old bucket?" Ah. Still makes me laugh. It was great, just like him.

I begin my descent down the tree.

Then I suddenly feel the branch g i v e  w a y

"well, well, well. lookie there. congrats, blue, you made it.

welcome to death."

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hey... sorry for the hiatus! I sadly don't think this story will be updated further, sorry!