hocksquawks
Connor leaned a little farther forward. The waves below were churning. He envisioned what it might be like: slipping from the edge, plummeting down and down and down until his body collided with the water, swallowed by the great black void. Hands scrambling for a purchase in the water, air leaching from his throat, until his vision faded to black and he lost all feeling. He couldn't help but smile.
//tw: suicide, homophobia, questionable parenting, drugs, mental illness//