bumblebee one shots

Suicide OT3

http://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/101368500753/imagine-person-a-is-suicidal-they-are-about-to

The wind blew mildly, just enough to push my hair around. I stood there, frozen in time, as everything around me began to move faster. Cars and people below looked like ants. Hurrying off because they have somewhere to be. I know where I want to be, but getting there was the issue.

The door leading back into the building slammed open. "Hey! Please don't move!" From behind me I heard a friendly female voice. I didn't look. I didn't care to. Her hand grasped my wrist and jerked me backwards. "What are you doing up here?" She knew what I was doing, she wanted to know why. "It doesn't have to end it like this."

I snapped my wrist away from her. "You don't understand." The words I began to yell at this stranger did not sound like me. "I can't feel anything. What's the point?"

Her eyes were a soft purple, hair bright as gold. She reached for my hand again indicating that she was listening. My eyes studied her for the longest time. Why was she even here? She didn't care about me. She just wanted to be known as a hero. The longer I looked into her eyes the more sincere they felt. I fell to my knees and told her everyting. My feet almost touched the edge and I could feel the nothingness behind me. I told her about being all alone, how my parents are dead. The only way I could be with anyone I love or who cared about me was to jump.

She listened the entire time.

For the next year or so, we stayed together. I fell in love rather than off a building that day.

One day she didn't come home. I worried all night long. In the morning I turned on the news as I aways did.

A murder took place yesterday around noon. The victim was an unidentified female. The following picture was found on her phone. If anyone knows this woman or has details about the murder, please contact the police

Eyes a soft purple and hair as bright as gold. I managed to whisper, "Yang..." before erupting into a river of tears.

I stood there once again. The cold nipped at my nose, the breeze was more of a violent wind. Yet here I stayed. My feet planted on the edge of that building. The place I had met her.

A familiar sound exploded in my ears. The slam of a door. This time, a man told me not to move. I could not tell the color of his eyes, but his hair resembled the hair I had seen the first time I stood here. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from that spot. I wished to pull away but couldn't bring myself to. "Why are you up here," he asked. And I told him. I told him about her. I told him what I told her.

He listened the entire time.

When I managed to free myself from him, I walked back to that spot. I told him that I may have fallen in love with him.

"Please come with me then."

"No."

"Why not then?"

"You remind me too much of her."

I faced him, my back to the emptiness and the noise of cars. As I began to fall backwards, he lunged for my hand. I simply smiled as I plummeted towards the Earth.