Look at him opening his mouth so big a mosquito can easily fly in, his eyes wide open. "Goodbye." Leaving those words, I lean back and let myself fall off the building.
It was a complete coincidence that we became close. I met him after a rather good day of school. I had only coughed up some blood from a punch in the stomach that day. It was truly a rather good day. He had an alcoholic dad, while I was in a bad situation in school; we were both loners. So as if it were natural, we stuck together and kept each other company.
He was the only person that understood me, the only person that shared my every pain with. To be honest, his understanding is the sole reason keeping me alive.
Or at least, it was. I was wrong. He didn't understand me, he didn't share my exact thoughts, he didn't know my pain. What is this feeling? It hurts, hurts more than those words directed to me at school, hurts more than when they broke my ribs, hurts more than having staplers stapled into my hand. This feeling, it hurts. It's the feeling of betrayal.
So, let's do a tiny prank.
On top of the building sitting on the fence, standing in front of me, he is clearly anxious and trying all his best to bring me back. I brush all his words aside; they don't mean anything to me. Leaning in, I hold his face in both of my hands. Stretching out my body our lip collide, my tongue intrudes the caverns of his mouth. Pulling back, his jaw is opened, eyes full of awe. "Goodbye" saying those words with a smile, I lean back and let myself fall off the building. Compared to what he did to me this is nothing but a mere, tiny prank. A prank he will always remember till the end of his life. Oh! I forgot to tell him, "I love you". SPLOSH!
Around me there are people screaming and shouting, I can no longer move a single muscle, blood pouring out of me from everywhere possible. I know my death is meaningless and pointless. The sun will go up as usual tomorrow and the girls that bullied me at school won’t feel a single scratch of guilt. It doesn’t matter though, I don’t care. The only thing that matters to me is him, the “him” that understands me and puts me as his first priority. If that isn’t the case, I’m willing to fix it and if the cost of fixing it is just this meaningless and pointless life, I will happily offer it with both hands. It hurts, every part of my body is screaming with pain, but I’m smiling. A large grin spread over what is left of my face. My consciousness is slowly fading but this way I will never leave his mind, right? I will always be his first priority and he will understand my pain, right? Spending every last moment thinking of the one I love; my eyelids slide shut.
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