...yeah I had no idea how to label this part 2...without including 'part 2' in the title...because I feel like the title would've been too bulky and wouldn't fit in with the others...@-@
...and I'm late with my writing...
Welp, here's your really late and more than likely poorly written ClauSion request! daniaadriana123
Yeah I'm sorry— x-x
Took hella long but probably still sucks :'))
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Claude's POV
Disappointment. It seems both of our paths are just covered in it, maybe even just made with it. But despite that, we continued wandering this world. Continuing on mindlessly, because we both are just empty vessels carrying a life that has overall, nothing.
It's disappointing to see you go around with your head held low because of him, at least until you walk up those steps, open that door that should've been locked, stand up there with the wind blowing through your hair, and you take in the surrounding oxygen that has thinned a bit. Only there, do you ever decide to lift your head up, but it's for all the wrong reasons.
But I guess I have no right to say that, right? Too hypocritical. But being hypocritical is the main thing you are with depression, telling others to say when something's wrong, when something, anything, is wrong or off, that they should say it. But the whole time you say that, you, yourself are likely hiding something, everything, that is wrong or off. But nothing matters if it's you, because you hold yourself to be lesser, nothing, worthless.
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I noticed you, before you ever will know of me. You still don't. But I guess I don't mind.
I noticed your slight personality changes, he never seemed to, and if he did, he didn't bother to try helping despite being the closest and most trusted person around you.
That first time, I saw you, I saw when you had this content look in your eyes. You seemed prepared, ready. And I knew why immediately.
When I knew for sure what your plans were, I disregarded everything. And followed you. Up those stairs, through that door, and onto that rooftop. Even though I followed you, you never did notice me then either.
But I saw what you did. Each and every time.
The hypocritical words you spoke to them, but somehow, they hit you too, somewhat at least. But they saved you for that day, but the next day you were back.
I hoped silently that you'd at least stay away longer. But after a week of you continuously going back even after the fail to go. I knew for sure that it'd be impossible to stop you too.
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I was afraid that one day I wouldn't be able to follow and watch to make sure you wouldn't do anything. In fear of that, I knew you didn't care for me, you never noticed when I followed you either, you don't know I exist, so, my decision was final and it was okay.
I wanted to jump and make sure I'd never have to suffer seeing you jump when I followed you and nobody else was up there that you noticed.
That day, I went up there and was taking in the sights. If I jumped, it wouldn't impact you, because you don't know me, you've never noticed me, and I planned to have kept it that way.
But that day, you came up too. And you tried to stop me.
This was my only chance to talk to you. So I talked, you seemed surprised, the words you used on me did not work like they did for the others. You seemed to have caught that, and why too.
