A one-shot less than 500 words.
Klaus tries to commit suicide...
I know, not likely, but what if he simply just got tired of living, tired of being unloved?
I look over the edge and try to jump…
But I won't.
My body stops me, my heart still racing inside of it. I lean forward, putting all of weight in my upper body.
I strain to keep my eyes shut any longer, and try to lunge out.
Still, I don't fall. I don't even jump.
"Dammit…" I murmur to myself, "What the hell is wrong with me…?"
Collapsing on the edge, inches away from what I really want. Weak. I've been alive for over a thousand years, and I was still weak.
"Why…" I whisper, barely hearing myself through my own idiotic, self-pitying sobbing.
I half expected somebody to come up behind me, saying it would all be okay.
To come with them.
That they honestly… I couldn't bear to even think those three words.
I said them to myself aloud, alone. "I love you." The words didn't sound right coming out of my mouth.
I wondered if they ever would.
FYI, I love Klaus with his sexy accent and dimpled cheeks, I was just bored and came up with this of the fly.
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