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Her wordS still rang in his head.
Don't come near me. Or I swear to God I will kill you.
His large, sweaty palms shook. He fell to his knees, muttering nonsense and softly weeping. How could he have done this? To her. And to himself.
He had deprived himself of the one thing he was living for.
He lived to see her smile that beautiful smile at him, to hear her laugh at him, to see her brow furrow in concentration whenever she focused, a small wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows. He lived to hear her tell him that everything would be okay.
But not anymore.
He couldn't seek solace in the kind words she saved for precious few. He was no longer one of those close to her. It was worse than being a stranger. He was an outcast, an enemy. Hated by the one he loved.
Another wave of pain shot through his body, making him shudder and sob loudly once. The roar of madly flowing water covered the sound.
He drew in a wracking breath and pulled himself up.
Be strong, Albert, his father's gruff voice grunted in his head. Be a man. Make me proud for once. You coward. You're better off dead. Be strong for once and get it done already.
His grip tightened on the railing.
His mother's higher, sweeter voice was more aggressive than usual. Albert, I always wanted you to grow up and be big, strong, and brave, like your father. But all you are is big, Albert. I've never been proud of you. You've been a disappointment since the day you were born. When I came to see you here, here in Dauntless, oh, how I hoped I could finally be proud. But you let me down again, Albert. Make me proud for once, Albert, by just going away. We don't care for you, and she certainly doesn't love you. The bravest thing you can do is to just give up. Just let it all go.
Don't come near me. Or I swear to God I will kill you.
You're better off dead.
Just give up.
The words pounded in his head like a pulsing migraine, pushing out all other thoughts and echoing, getting louder and louder. He screamed, a loud, guttural cry of agony.
He couldn't take this any longer.
He heard voices. Someone must have heard his scream. He didn't have much time.
You're better off dead; just give up.
I swear to God I will kill you.
The I love you that no one had ever bothered to say to him echoed in his mind as he hurled himself over the ledge.