Forever

||| Wind |||

warnings: attempted suicide

word count: 602

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Y/n's POV

I was standing on the other side of the railing, staring down at the street below me. I didn't want to die, but I didn't really want to live either. I just wanted to give up, but there were people who loved me, wanted me to be alive and well.

But is their happiness more important than my suffering?

Isn't it kind of selfish of people to say they love me and want me to live, but once I'm at my lowest, they don't even take the time to ask if I'm okay?

I told myself I would never do such a thing, yet here I was, one step from my death.

People in the streets started to notice me, and were screaming for me to step back behind the railing, but their screams just blended in with the sound of the city.

Cars honking, people talking, the helicopter that flew over the city every day.

I closed my eyes and slowly lifted my foot to hang over the empty space over the street of people.

I felt calm.

I didn't want to hurt the ones I loved, but what choice do I have?

You're probably better off dead.

I glanced down at the street to see Five staring up in horror at the sight of me nearly stepping over the edge.

He disappeared from the street as I heard the familiar sound of his spatial jump from behind me.

The wind whipped through my hair as my hands loosened on the railing.

"Y/n. Y/n please don't do this, why are you doing this?"

I felt his hand gently place itself onto my wrist before holding it tightly in his grasp.

"Because I'm better off dead." I said.

"No you're not. Step over the railing, please."

"Let go of me, Five." I mumbled.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me farther away from the edge.

"Please, I don't wanna lose you."

I started to shake at the feeling of the cold air against my arms.

"Y-you don't."

"If I didn't, you would've already jumped."

I started to become scared of how high I was. What once brought me a calm feeling was now making me shake more than ever.

"Why is life so hard?" I asked.

"Because the good people always get the short end of the stick. The best people get it the worst." He said as grip on me tightened.

"I can't do it anymore, Five. I just can't..."

I took a small step forward and right as I felt the wind whip past my face, I knew this was it. I closed my eyes and felt gravity take over, my feet slipping from the roof.

Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist, pulling me back and throwing me over the railing. I watched as Five switched our positions, him falling as I, watched.

"Five! No!"

He suddenly vanished mid-air when I heard him jump behind me again. I turned around to see him standing on the roof behind me and I ran to him, taking him in a hug.

He hugged me back and rubbed my back.

"I'm not going anywhere."

I started to cry.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"Don't ever be sorry for that. This is my fault, I should've been there for you more."

I sighed and clung to his body.

"I'm sorry."

He hugged me tighter and I could hear him crying.

"Stop saying sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Okay."