Link's POV
I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't live anymore. New slices on my legs, now on my stomach, my arms. I wasn't afraid to hide it anymore. Every scar told a story. Every story held pain and sadness, a reason for carving a painting into my skin, a reason that will end in my death.
Seeing Rhett and that woman, killed me. It killed me. And seeing the woman leading him outside, into a taxi, into her apartment building, into her apartment shattered my broken heart. I couldn't do it anymore. I had been sitting at the edge of this bridge, looking down into the dark waters. Two more days and it would be over. Just two more days. I had cleared my desk at the studio, wrote an apology letter to the crew, made a video to be uploaded. In two days. I laughed to myself. It made sense. Why would he ever truly love me. He was so much better, deserved so much better than me.
I hadn't even cried. In the span of two days, my soul was emotionless, my heart, nonexistent. My mind, filled with every smiling moment with Rhett, before, and after. He hadn't even tried to come after me. HE HADN'T EVEN TRIED TO COME AFTER ME. Angry thoughts piled my mind clouding my judgement.
A car door slammed and I heard footsteps rapidly coming towards me. Glancing up, I saw Rhett, breathless, dark circles underneath his eyes, his eyes filled with tears. Relief shown upon his face.
I felt sick. Sick of him. Sick of this world. I smiled at him and said three words. My last words.
"I hate you." A small smile spread upon my face and I jumped. Flying through the sky, finally, finally free, awaiting the cold inviting water.
