short stories, sketches, and rants

What would you do?

A/N: This is set in a different timeline. Kennedy's life is the same minus the demi-goddess heritage. She also had an adoptive brother and her and Dylan have been friends for a few years. Everything else is the same.

Kennedy's POV:

   I twist the knife through my fingers, weaving it effortlessly. I watch the sunset off my balcony with sad eyes. "Like the sun that disappears against the horizon, so shall I disappear. Without sound, only grace and beauty." I whisper. My fingers curl around the handle of the blade. It's jagged, worn from battle and use. Many blood-stained hands have held it but only for the saving grace of the family. I guess that's why I will be using it, riding my family of a burden. 

   "You know it won't change anything." I chuckle softly and say "It will. Sure, they might have broken hearts but it's one less burden. One big one too." I hear a tapping of feet and their presence behind me. "It's not quite a burden, more a blessing. It doesn't matter how broken." He says. I laugh again lightly. "Broken. Such a diverse word. Something can look like it's in one piece but it's broken. Things can break but no one sees. No one tries to fix it until it's too late, until it's unfixable."

   "No one can fix it unless they know. People hide their broken things and don't tell anyone so how can anyone know." He says, placing his hand on my shoulder. I look at him and say "Then look me in the eyes and tell me I'm not broken. Tell me someone cares. And maybe...I might just believe you." He looks at me but remains silent. 

   I turn from him and say "See, not even you can. So what would you do? would you really continue living when you are completely miserable." Again, silence from him. "Nothing, huh. Well, you might not want to watch this. I'll see you on the flip side." I say. He fades out and I sigh. "Thank you for letting me see my brother one last time." I say, glancing up at the sky, before positioning the knife at my heart. 

   I close my eyes and say "This is when the sun sets on my life." Before I can move, I'm wrapped in someone's hold and warm hands pry the knife from me. My eyes open and I look in confusion at the hands holding mine. "You are worth too much to end your life." I gasp and turn to look over my shoulder with wide eyes. "D-dylan?" I manage to stutter out.

   I hear a clatter of metal on wood as he drops the knife and envelops me in a hug. Tears spring to my eyes and I hide my face in his shoulder. "I can't lose you, not now. Not when I just figured it out. God, I feel so stupid. I couldn't even figure it out before. But now that I do know, I am never letting you go again. Please don't ever scare me like that again." He says. I feel hot tears on my shoulder as my shirt soaks his tears. 

   I pull back and wipe the tears from his cheeks. "What do you mean? Figure what out?" Dylan cracks a smile and his eyes shine with something I can't interpret. "That I am head over heels in love with you." He says softly. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and I blush as my eyes go wide. "Y-you love...me?" I say quietly. He chuckles and before I can comprehend the situation, his lips are on mine. My eyes flutter shut and I melt. Best day ever.

   My only question is what would you do if you found Kennedy about to end her life?