prologue

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TW: Suicide attempts and thoughts.

• [Bel] •
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What was the point anymore?
Seeing the same, black creatures that torment me every day was tiring.
The same words of hatred thrown at me by my peers.
I wasn't smart, unlike my sister.
I wasn't pretty, unlike my sister.
I wasn't wanted, unlike my sister.
I was the one they hurt, unlike my sister.
I wish she was the one standing here instead of me.

"Humans are so narrow-minded." A voice hissed from behind me, causing me to turn around and stare at them.

White hair, dark icy blue eyes, lips that curled up into a smile, expression waiting to be recognised.

The only thing I could say to him, above the other questions that raised in my head, suddenly bubbled out of my mouth, my heart remaining calm.

"You look like you're in a lot of pain."

His eyes widened, unnaturally so. A single glance and I could tell, it probably unsettled him to no end. His hand lifted to his face, calming himself down.

"You know nothing." He spat, though I turned my head back to the beautiful view below me, my long blue hair flowing behind me, described as the colour of the night sky.

"Would I really want to?"

He looked as if he was going to yell at me, but I turned to him, grass-green eyes meeting the stormy blue hues of his own.

"Would you go through tremendous pain, to relieve it all? Would you throw everything away for the one thing you'd inevitably lose?"

I stepped closer to the edge, a smile on my lips as he stared, befuddled by my words. "You make no sense, speak something I can actually understand!" He growled, anger rising to his face.

Alarm flashed in his eyes as I took a step back, but then, a bored expression took hold of his features. And I let myself fall.

'I wish I could ease his pain. Give him the same taste of nothingness that I feel right now.'

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