Title: Mentions of Death
Rating: T
Summary: Everyone has their reasons, everyone has their doubts. And even people who seem to be loved, might be given that one last push that takes them over the edge... Mentions of pairings, nothing serious. Implied Suicide.
AN: Sorry for any mistakes, no editing done. At all. :3
Gilbert was done with it.
Done with Matthew that is.
He was done with the whining, done with the soft-spoken man who couldn't raise his voice enough for him to hear him across the room, done with pancakes. Every. Day. Done with the defensiveness, done with him thinking he's forgotten, done with him wanting to die. He was ready to die himself.
Because he couldn't do it.
He couldn't break up with the man he loved so much. He couldn't handle it anymore.
He was done.
Done with life.
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Arthur couldn't believe it.
He had been left. Again.
Why... why was it as soon as he loved someone they left him? Why, as soon as he allowed he allowed a few walls to break down, did he have to build them up again?
He didn't think he would leave. He knew he wouldn't. But not he was... So what now?
Arthur cried.
And cried.
And then Arthur was no more.
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Antonio tried to smile.
He really did.
But being hit every day... being yelled at by everyone.
Even his lover.
It was hard. So hard to keep smiling, to keep laughing, to keep acting like he was okay when he so clearly wasn't. Why was it so hard to see that he was broken? Broken down by all the hateful words thrown at him everyday, every night, every morning. Over, and over again.
He didn't want to keep smiling anymore.
So he didn't.
And he left. Left everyone.
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Kiku knew it as soon as he felt the knife against his throat.
He was beaten, again. How had it happened?
His honor was gone. This time there was no getting it back, he knew. He felt it in his heart, in the knife against his throat, in the hot, smelly breath in his ear.
But he couldn't give up.
He had to regain his honor.
But it was impossible.
And he was Japanese.
Was.
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Francis didn't know how it had happened.
He had lost.
Lost again.
He always lost, always was weak. Even his friends thought so, even if they wouldn't admit it.
Even his lover laughed at his weakness.
The whole world.
Laughing at him.
Laughing.
And Laughing.
And never stopping.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Couldn't live with constant, silent, laughter.
But the laughter didn't stop when he was gone.
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Was it really so bad that he loved everyone?
Feliciano didn't know why everyone seemed to hate him.
He slowly started to hate them back.
They mocked him, he knew it. How could they not? He was a laughing, blithering idiot. That's what they thought.
But he only acted this way so everyone would like him.
No one liked him.
He was alone.
So alone.
He wasn't weak. He'd show them.
You can't hate a dead man.
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Bridges are nice.
Tall.
Windy.
Will a long, nice drop to the concrete like water below.
Who wouldn't take such an opportunity to jump into the very appealing, very cold, water below? It would take him away from all the hate... Everyone hated him. So much hate. He was loud, yeah. He knew that. But he only wanted attention... Was that so bad? Apparently it was.
Mathias laughed one last time.
And he took the final step.
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AN: Yes, yes. I was in a depressed mood.
If anyone has any requests for different characters, give 'em here.
If you see any mistakes, do tell. I was lazy and didn't edit at all.
Also, I need a beta so anyone who would like to would be greatly appreciated. :)
R&R!