❝ i just have this happy personality and a sad soul ❞
Starwars1130
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The boy stands near the edge of the cliff.
He inhales,
He exhales.
Breathing in the smell of the ocean. His eyes were closed, listening to the sound of the waves, the happy cheers from the surfers who were oblivious about the eighteen year old standing on the edge.
The boys eyes slowly opened, the sky was orange since the sun was setting.
Disappearing for one hundred minutes.
Zach wish he could disappear.
He continued to stare at the blue waves, how happy the brave surfers were. How passionate they are about their hobbies.
He wondered if they had families who cared.
Friends who would cry if something happened to them.
Zach kept on staring.
It was a high drop into the sea. The impact could possibly kill him, if not drowning would take him.
He smiled.
Only walking centimetres closer, wanting to end his pain.
He's been suffering silently for too long, everything hurt. His heart yearned for happiness, to feel something other than misery.
But he couldn't seem to jump.
Even though he was tired, even though he felt like dying.
Zach couldn't bring himself to do it.
He couldn't jump.
Not yet, at least.
The sounds of a dog barking drew Zach's attention down to the sandy shore below. The dogs barks were being carried by the wind, swirling around Zach.
Zach looks between the sea and the ground
The sea,
The ground,
The sea,
The ground,
The sea,
The-
Everything is too much for the boy.
He staggers back, his breathing starting to come out as gasps as Zach starts to hyperventilate.
The brunette boy collapses on the ground, his elbows resting against his knees. As his hands are either side of his face.
Inhale,
Exhale,
Inhale,
Exhale.
He isn't alright.
Zach squeezes his eyes shut, taking slower breaths.
He tries to be okay, but he's tired of acting.
Tired of living.
