a/n: contains suicide + is super angsty! please do NOT read if you're triggered by this! also, if you have depression, please remember that you're never alone!! there's people you can speak to - i'm here if anyone wants to vent!
(the flowers also have meanings, if anyone wants to search them up)
It's a warm summer day when you receive the first note from your anonymous friend on your apartment balcony.
The paper's paired with a carefully wrapped bouquet of irises, a white ribbon tied snugly over the green stalks of the flowers. They're quite beautiful, and you decide to lift the flowers up to your nose. There's a sweet fragrance that come with them - it makes your heart ache.
You then read the note, marveling over how beautiful - how delicate the handwriting is against smooth white paper.
𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰!
𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘺... 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯; 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴?
𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝘴 ♡
Smiling to yourself as you eye the small heart in the corner of the paper, you glance up from the paper, scanning the ground below you for anyone who might've given you this note. There doesn't seem to be anyone who's watching you, so you decide that perhaps the person had already left.
It was nice to know that someone had noticed you - you didn't find it weird at all. In fact, you were kind of grateful. It was getting lonely without any friends, since you had just recently moved into the apartment complex.
You then sigh happily, clutching the bundle of flowers to your chest.
You would definitely put these in a vase when you went back in.
——— a week later———
The next note that appears is just as well put together as the first one; there's blue salvias that accompany them. These small flowers tickle your fingers when you pick them up from the steel frame of your balcony, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at the sensation.
You then pick up the note, opening it carefully. The handwriting is noticeably messier than before, but you can still catch glimpses of the delicate style.
𝙝𝙚𝙮.
𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚. 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 - 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. 𝙞 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙞'𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙙. 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨!
𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪,
𝙨 ♥
After reading the letter, you frown, grip slightly tightening on the edge of the paper. The action creases the side of the letter, but you're not focused on that.
How could someone cheat on such a nice person? You didn't know who this 's' person was, but they seemed like a genuinely nice person.
They didn't deserve this at all.
Pressing the flowers flush to your chest, a determined expression sets on your face.
You want to figure out who this person was, so that you could make them feel better.
You'd write a letter back to them; the letter filled with words of support and encouragement.
Well, if you actually knew who this person was.
———two weeks later———
It had been a while since you had gotten a letter from your friend, so when you finally receive a new package on the balcony, you rush out there.
This time around, there's no flowers that are paired with the note, and it sets you off. It's unusual, but you assume that they were too busy. You pick up the note, and open it.
The writing is scrawly - nothing like the writing you had come to know - and that's the second thing that unsettles you.
...ì ժօղ'է ҽѵҽղ ҟղօա հօա էօ աɾìէҽ էհìʂ Ӏҽէէҽɾ. ì... ì աìʂհ ì աąʂ ҍɾąѵҽ ҽղօմցհ էօ ąքքɾօąçհ վօմ - ʍąվҍҽ ìƒ ì ժìժ ì աօմӀժղ'է ҍҽ ʂօ ժҽҽք ìղ էհҽ հօӀҽ ì'ѵҽ ժմց ʍվʂҽӀƒ. ʍվ ցìɾӀƒɾìҽղժ աąʂ çհҽąէìղց օղ ʍҽ. ąӀӀ ʍվ ƒҽąɾʂ աҽɾҽ çօղƒìɾʍҽժ. ժҽҍէ ìʂ ʂӀօաӀվ ҽąէìղց մք ʍվ ҍօժվ. ì çąղ'է ҍҽ ҍօէհҽɾҽժ էօ ʂէąվ օղ էհìʂ f̷u̷c̷k̷i̷n̷g̷ ʂօɾɾվ աօɾӀժ ąղվʍօɾҽ.
հօքҽƒմӀӀվ ժҽąժ,
էօվą ʂҽէʂմղօ
Panic settles in you at the name scribbled at the bottom, and you stumble back into your apartment, through the sliding glass doors. You scramble for remote control, and when you turn the news channel on, your heart drops to your stomach.
20 YEAR OLD MALE TAKES OWN LIFE BY JUMPING OFF THE TOP OF AN APARTMENT COMPLEX. HERO COULD NOT SAVE HIM.
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