I'm back! So this is another one-shot... a very depressing one-shot. I don't know what possessed me to write this. It just came to me and wouldn't leave! So I ended up writing this.
This is dedicated to all those people out there who feel like they're alone in the world. Please know that you're loved and wanted. You are never alone!
Everyday, he'd stare at the sky, wondering what it would be like... When he died. Would he see his mom, smiling fondly at him? Or would he see the fiery pits of Hell? Everyday he waited and waited. He waited for the end to come. The end of his pain. His misery. His guilt. He didn't want to cause anymore suffering to those he cared about. He didn't want to be the reson for their tears. He wanted to die. And so, he waited for death, to afraid to take his own life.
He'd press a blade to his throat, ready to spill his blood and put an end to all the pain he caused the people he loved most. He'd take a deep breath and then- And then he'd drop the blade. His hands would tremble at his sides. He'd feel the warm tears soak his cheeks. He couldn't do it. He'd sit there for a long while, just letting the tears fall. But he wasn't crying for himself. He was crying for those who had died because of him. He was crying for the people who hadn't been spared from the pain he would cause them, and all because he had been too much of a coward. He'd cry out to the sky. His voice full of pain and misery.
But then he'd come. That man would come and wrap his thick arms around him and whisper kind words.
"You know, you're loved. We all love you. Please, don't ever feel like you have to end your life. Don't ever think you're worthless. Don't ever think you're unwanted. Don't think it's all your fault. Because you are so loved. And if you were to die, We'd cry. We'd suffer. Please don't do that to us. Fight to live another day. Live and fight for the people who can't."
He'd bury his face into the man's coat. He'd breathe in the familiar scent of ash and dust. He'd close his eyes and just think. He'd think about how lucky he was to have someone. Someone who loved him. Someone who cared about him. Someone who still wanted him. He'd open his eyes, revealing a new fire that burned brightly.
"Promise me you'll live. Keep living for those who still need you." The man would say quietly.
He'd smile at the man. "I promise." He'd say sincerely. He'd nuzzle his face into the man's coat and cling tightly to him, knowing it was okay. He'd still feel the sadness that lived deep in his heart. Sadness was a memory that couldn't be forgotten. It would be there forever, weighing him down on his shoulders. But at least he knew he wouldn't have to carry that burden alone. He would never be alone...