Don't Leave Me

Prologue

-The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars-

(Oliver's Point of View)

"Don't leave me."

He grabbed my wrist, begging me to stay. I winced, but he didn't react, only loosening his grip and staring at me with worry. He already knew my secrets. I knew that and regret twisted in my gut at this knowledge. But the past was the past and I couldn't change it. But I could run away from it.

"Please don't leave me." He repeated, trying to meet my gaze, but I avoided his eyes and looked down at the ground-anywhere away from him. He was my weakness. I couldn't let him make me weak. I couldn't let him stop me.

"No." It meant to be forceful and strong and resilient. But it came out quiet and weak, a crack of the voice.

He hesitated, shocked by my response and unsure how to react. It was all I needed. Before he could stop me, I was at the balcony railing, staring over the bright city, a glowing mass in the night's darkness. Bright, but disgusting. Every beautiful home was filled with people that stained the beauty with their hateful words. Hurry, I told myself, quick before he has the chance to stop you. You don't deserve to live.

I glanced one last time at the one I loved-his perfect face, his perfect being, everything I had tried and failed to be-and pushed myself over the railing and jumped. I heard a scream. Was it his? Was he really upset? Would he care that much? Or was it mine? Was I that weak? Would I fail myself even at the moment of my death? But before I could drown myself in my worries, I was gone.

(Xavier's Point of View)

He was gone.