Pt 13

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STRANGER.

BASIL.

All though, the sight of BASIL is pretty strange.

What would he be doing up here?

Attempting to have the same fate as I?

His breath is slow and shallow.

His breathing reminds me of MARI after the incident.

What would MARI do
If she woke up
And SUNNY
Was gone?

Would she cry?

Would she care?

What would happen?

Will MARI even wake up?

Or does her fate lie in the same hospital bed she does?

"SUNNY?" BASIL asks, his words barely louder than a breath.

Thankfully, my ears are tuned to such soft sounds.

His eyes are wide, and a single tear stains his cheek.

His blond hair catches on his eyelashes, framing his small face.

He walks to a spot beside me, and looks over the railing.

A single pink petal from the flower in his hair, and flutters to the ground as if it were a dead butterfly.

Three dead butterflies, falling to the ground.

Their wings torn, their bodies a sad sight.

But no one has empathy for such a small and pathetic creature.

He turns to me, a small smile creeping across his lips.

"Oh SUNNY." His voice floats in the breeze. "You wouldn't leave me, right."

His words imply it is a question, but the notable lack of inflection suggests otherwise.

He swallows, another tear finding its home on BASIL'S cheek.

"You love me SUNNY, remember. You love me."

He notices my shoes neatly placed on the ground, a sign that the dead person has committed suicide and not accidentally fallen. Upon this observation, he removes his shoes as well, telling not only whoever might find us that our death was purposeful, but telling me he would be joining me on my trip down.

"I love you." He says, a different type of sadness I've never heard before, but it is strangely accompanied by an unfamiliar type of happiness.

He gently puts his hand on my face, and closes the gap between us as our lips come together. 

As we slowly move away from each other, I feel him grab my hand.

And then-

We grab the railing at the same time, trying to find the strength to pull ourselves over the railing.

(336 words)

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A/N- CHAPTER 13! THE ONE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!

i tried to not romanticize suicide

sorry if i did

i didnt mean to

ive struggled with this before tho so-

yeah

bye i guess


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