The Brink

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Suicide.
One of the many things that ran through Eren's head.
Just fall.
He was so close to doing it.
Almost there.
The brunette's legs dancing off the edge.
He had sat here for many hours, thinking, hesitating, debating pros and cons.
But after some time, Eren had began to make the pros into cons, in general, he was choosing wrong over right.
The weather was calm today,
The setting sun in the dull grey sky, trickling onto the brunette's skin. Making the boy shine a soft glow, as if he were an angel, or a almost depleted fire.
Most would say that the weather was beautiful, a gift from nature itself.
Another thing that trickled onto the brunette's skin was the stream of tears beaming from his eyes.
Eren was worn out, puffy red orbs, tear stained cheeks, weak, broken, nothing, he wanted it gone.
So he took the easiest route, death.
He didn't want this anymore, the scars on his body, the feeling of violation, fear, lingering in him. Eren didn't know what it was like to be happy, he had forgotten the emotion itself.
Ever since he was of a young age to what he was now, his mother was a vague memory.
Not knowing her voice.
Not knowing her smile.
Her hair.
Her touch.
Hell, he could barely even process the fact that he had a mother to start off with.
But it was like a bullet to the chest.
He didn't deserve to have the 'memories' of her.
Because he was the reason she didn't exist.
It hurt him to have the memories, torture.
His father, Grisha, had told Eren that he was the reason, because of him, his father had to go through the pain of not having the one he truly loved anymore.
So to get rid of the pain, he unleashed it on Eren.
The brunette knew he deserved every last scar, bruise, and broken bone. Because he took something so valuable away from his father.
But at the same time, Eren didn't want it, of course he didn't want it.
He couldn't take it, handle it.
Physical pain hurt like hell, but it was his mental state that sent it flying off the charts.
Eren stared down at the vast forest, hundreds of feet below him,
He felt guilty because he had ran away from his father.
His father couldn't unleash his pain anymore.
But Eren couldn't take it, he'd rather end this pain than bear through it.
Eren's green eyes were dull, no life, a shade that wouldn't suit any living thing.
It was a sad sight, so pitiful, but Eren didn't care if there were any passerby's.
Just as long as they didn't bother him.
Having dangled his legs off the edge and the thoughts of suicide, driving him to his peak, the boy with the once, vast green eyes, just as the view below him, had made his final decision.
He was going to fall.

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Haiiiii!!!! So idk what this is really. I'm not very great at writing books or having a thorough plot. But it would mean so much if I got some feedback! I'll try to update as much as I can.
Thank you!
Ps I'll be putting random songs stuck in my head or something like that on here occasionally.
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