Tw:Death, depression, suicide. If you can, please read this. If not, at least read the message at the end.
Virgil's P.O.V.
I sit on the edge of the cliff, a dangerous position fro someone easily startled, but it's calming enough that I don't care. The view helps my anxiety, and being so near something that could end everything lets my depression rest, even if only for short amounts of time. I see a guy walk up, looking like he just wants to get away from everything. He sees me and freezes, looking nervous. I turn to him, smiling gently.
"Go ahead, I won't mind." I say, turning back away to look out at the forest below. It's an amazing sight, I'd be more than happy to share it with someone, especially if they're here for the same reasons. He gives a fake smirk, looking disgusted.
"No way, not with someone as ugly as you. I only spend time with guys that are at least mildly attractive, and you're not that." He says harshly, not moving. He looks like he's waiting for me to say something, but my depression comes back full swing. My legs are already dangling off the edge, and it's not like I have anything to go home to after this. I look down at my lap, a small peaceful smile on my face, knowing I don't have to face the hardships of tomorrow.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I say quietly. He looks taken aback, but before he can respond I quickly slip myself the rest of the way off the edge, closing my eyes happily. I can finally rest now. As I hit the ground I hear someone shout, but I'm already in a better place, where peace and quiet finally surrounds me, and I can't be bothered again.
Be careful who you call ugly. Those could be the final words that push them over the edge. Those words could kill them.
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