she stepped up onto the ledge, wanting to do this and get it over quickly.
fall. just fall. then it'll be over.
the stone was hard against her bare feet, like her heart was against her chest.
she turned her tear-stained cheeks upwards. the sky was bleak grey. smudges of cloud covered any hint of the sun. the roof was vacant except for a girl made of darkness.
fall.
he ran up the stairs like he's ever done before. his heart was beating against his ribcage, threatening to burst out.
she steeled herself. clenched her fists and closed her eyes as her foot brushed past the bricks and into empty space.
she did not turn when the door slammed open. didn't flinch, didn't acknowledge the pleading boy. there was something more attractive in mind.
fall.
"don't fall!"
her eyes were sagging with tiredness when she glanced at him. their eyes locked on, but pleading eyes collided with a wall of defeat.
"don't do this."
"i have to."
"why won't you stay? what about your friends? what about me?"
when she saw the pain embedded in his eyes, she took a deep breath and leaned backwards again. it was for his own good. he would understand. her soul was too, too tired.
fall.
he surged forward and grabbed her wrist. she didn't struggle, just looked down at his hand on her skin. her eyes were as bleak as the sky.
"don't you care about them? about us?"
the words hit her hard, and she wrenched her arm from his grasp.
"well, maybe i don't."
was that true? did she not care? was she just a heartless monster? no, this was for them. darkness leaked out from the corners of her dusty lips as she smiled. "goodbye, my love." a whisper of the wind.
solid ground escaped her as she finally succumbed to the voice in her mind. his shaking hands could not stop her. they brushed her skin as they surged forth to stop her, and then there was nothing to hold onto but air.
a dark, hollow laugh melted in her throat as she whipped through space. the sky held her, and muffled sounds tickled her ears, then there was darkness. at long last. but she did not slip away before his voice reached her ears like a bullet: "no!"
yes, we got dark sides. or maybe ayla just likes torturing her readers. just sayin' ;)
is she dead? you'll see.
have a nice day!
-ayla and caden
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Catch Me If I Fall
Short Story(c o-a u t h o r e d) "her soul was too tired, and his wounds too fresh. neither knew whether to fly or to fall; is there anything to gain? trigger warning: contains suicidal content. © uncomic
