Warnings: Sad stuck, you don't like; don't read. Suicide story
He doesn't love you, he never will. His heart belongs to a dopey human. Your standing on the edge, literally. The wind blew and you clutched on to the side of the windowsill. Teetering on the edge, you took a deep breath.
You thought about all your "friends", Equius, who had become more and more distant, and close with Aradia. Feferi, who you had gotten close to after the game, was also drifting. Taking on her responsibilities as empress after the condescension was de-throned. Eridan, who actually avoided you, always being flustered and busy when you wanted him to play.
Breathe, Smile, Sleep, Repeat. It was a schedule of covering up your depression. Breathe, Smile, Sleep, Repeat. Same thing. Every day. Breath, Smile, Sleep, Repeat. More olive green tears slid down your cheek. You dident want to repeat your schedule anymore.
Breathe; inhaling slowly, you take a little step forward. Thinking of the note that was left behind on the table in your room, you jump.
Smile; a peaceful smile spreads its way across your face. The wind blowing, and drying the green tears the stain your cheeks.
Sleep; the impact was jarring. But eerily silent. Your bones crushed, and olive pooled about you. One last tear slipped out and slid down your cheek, and blackness over took you. Your name is Nepeta Leijon, and finally you can leave all your pain and sorrow behind, and welcome the cold embrace of death.