A/N
I have the character Gaius from Fire Emblem Awakening in mind for this story. If you would even consider it that.
I didn't proofread this, so there's bound to be autocorrect errors and such. Sorry about that. I'm lazy.
It was dark. Silence was absent, in place was the soft ambience of night. The trees about me stood tall, their leafless trunks creating a maze for me to navigate.
Sword in one hand, rope tightly gripped in the other, I knew what I was going to do.
Under the moonlight, I drift thoughtlessly through the dead, dried up foliage. The small columns of light filtering down through the leaves comforts me with one last goodbye. A light kiss on the cheek. A soft pat on the back as I step out of the door.
The sky is nothing but a deep blue-purple. Like the depths of an ocean, but void of life. The gentle ebb and flow of the water caressing the beach's sand. The seashells glowing, their light filled form adding slight decoration to the simple scene.
My feet carry me through the forest, their pace never reaching more than a slow shuffle.
The rope clenched in my hand begins to scratch at me for it's escape. I stop. Open my hand. Stare.
It's there. Waiting for me. A small smile perched upon its face, is the death I've been longing for.
My eyes immediately begin to scan the surroundings for anything of use. Small branches. Nooks inside a tree. Anything to climb.
I float around, eventually arriving at the perfect one.
With a few quick motions, I create my death with the rope. My eyes flick up to the top of the tree, setting my final destination.
I start with my hands, and following them with my feet.
A chill runs down my spine when the air suddenly grows crisp and cold. It's nature's final words. It's disapproving glare down at me. Wishing to scold me for my rash actions.
As I reach a sturdy branch well above the ground, I release a shaky breath. The rope appears to finish itself, tying around the branch, and fixing around my neck.
With a final few words, and a heavy sigh, I stand. I stare down at my death, and swallow. I sit back down on the branch, and scoot close to the edge. In a few short seconds, I'm ready to fall. To meet my death. I count to three in my head, and let go. For a moment, peace, and then,