AN: I got the idea from a book. The thing is that I do a bunch of drabbles about characters being trapped – whether physically, mentally, or emotionally. Each character gets their own drabble. Get it? Got it? Good. I own nothing. We're starting with Allen.
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Allen stared down from the balcony at Lenalee, who was walking down below, looking beautiful. He had always loved her from the bottom of his heart, but he knew relationships were too risky. Friendship was hard enough, but love was out of the question. Allen tried as hard as he could to suppress his feelings, though they were very real.
Allen knew she loved him too, as a friend. If he was ever killed, the hole in her heart would be great enough. Shouldn't he minimize her pain, as a last gift? If he really loved her, he should never tell her, so she doesn't have that weight on her shoulders in the realistic situation that he died.
So he lied to himself, lied to her, lied to everyone around him, to ease their pain. But the toll that took on him caused greater pain.
Selflessness can blind you. It is a suicide.
But a beautiful suicide.