|| ᴀ ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇɴᴅ ||

A wistful breeze blew past you, as if holding you back from what's about to come. Greeted by the bright blue sky adorned with the fluffiest of clouds hung above the horizon, and the flowers have bloomed the most gorgeous of colours, along with a lingering sense of dread that crept tantalizingly inside your stomach that you just can't shake off.

The most familiar of voices called out to you, snapping you out of your thought marathon that buzzed inside your head. You hastily searched for the source of the voice, only to be met by a pair of piercing eyes that lured the deepest and darkest of your dread up to your throat.

TW: Implied suicide, anxiety, overthinking

Author's note:
This is the first story I've posted on here, so I'm still inexperienced with publishing stories. Structured and respectful criticism as well as friendly suggestions are appreciated to improve my skills. Please enjoy the story :3.