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panicnhysteriaTitle: New Born
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Warnings: Character death
Summary: Just break the silence cause I'm drifting away, away from you...
Note: I had this hidden in my oldest folders XD and it was written in spanish so... any mistake it's my fault. Was listening to New Born (hence the title) while writing this. There is really no plot so it can be pictured however you want. Hope you like it.
Note: I had this hidden in my oldest folders XD and it was written in spanish so... any mistake it's my fault. Was listening to New Born (hence the title) while writing this. There is really no plot so it can be pictured however you want. Hope you like it.
Word Count: 299
He was at his apartment's building roof. The first rays of sunshine were appearing on the horizon. The blonde stretched his arms, yawning. Like him being there was something he did everyday.
He was thinking about life, about the cruelness in the world. He was thinking how he couldn't take it anymore, even if he was depending on someone to keep him afloar. To walk home everyday to find an empty place. To spend hours thinking about the most awful things, only to greet his only support with a smile on his face. He loved him, he was sure of it. And he was loved back most of the times.
The present could be good, but the past wouldn't let him live in peace. With parents who left his destiny in charge of bad people. Living thourgh twenty bitter years before he met his partner.
He smiled with him, he enjoyed his touching and their nights together, but he had come to a point where he needed more. He need to find the peace that refused to appear. Everyday he begged for an answer, for a voice to tell him that what he would do was a mistake.
The voice never came.
The blonde walked to the edge of the roof, looking in front of him, another building showing him his reflection. Emotionless gray eyes, messy hair showing the chaos inside his head, a week-old outfit and a face merely saying:
"It's time"
Here he was, hidden from the world and anyone who could care about him, deciding that his life had been big, even great, but he hadn't been happy enough.
Feeling calm, desperate and melancholic at the same time, he took a step fowards, he felt the breeze over his body, and then there was only silence.
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