Tired and almost over (Ongoing)

Prologue

He used to stand in the mirror and smile, practise for the day ahead. He doesn't do that anymore.

Only a cold glare stares back from that reflective surface , hardly a face at all,  just a resentful expression  with stale, sad eyes. Deep blue and black, like a dying ocean. Or something older. Pools of grey collect under his eyes, no sign of rest. Pale cracked lips , not too thin, not too thick. Just normal. A couple of dimples. He hated them. Not much difference in opinion to the rest of his face.

He tried to avoid the mirror as best he could, if by chance he did catch his reflection it would stick to him all day; plastered in his head like a great canvas he wanted to burn. But of course he couldn't take the anger out on his face. People would stare even more.

So it wasn't his face he burnt. It was his skin

It was that time of day where the sun hasn't begun to set yet. Not quite bright , but not dark either , the time of day where the sun just hangs in the sky. Like it's waiting for something, praying for the air's release. So it can just disappear under the sea.

The time of day that makes you think. Or makes you walk to places and make you forget how you got there. The type of light that makes your feet just. Move. In a paced, steady drift.

Just with yourself and your mind.

It was at this time Levi had found himself at the ocean again. Staring numbly into the horizon. He was sat at his usual place ; a grassy hilltop that overlooked the grey sea. Not quite a cliff but high enough to hurt.

The cliff ( as Levi called it anyway ) was at an angle to the beach and the ocean. So if you sat directly in the centre of it's peak you could look out on the ocean for miles, while still seeing the silver sand below. Levi liked it that way. Everything in front , only houses behind him.

Levi liked to come here a lot, perched on the edge - almost asking for it. If only an fortunate gust of wind would tip him over he'd dissolve into the waves.
'An easy way out' he thought. Nothing , Levi believed, was ever that easy. No matter how he longed for it to be. It wasn't.

However he doesn't long for much these days, mindlessly gazing into the water. There are very few things he wants anymore. He thinks 'Maybe three'. Three things in most situations.

Levi is sixteen. And he though he'd jump that day.

But he didn't