A/N: Dear readers, this chapter will be very VERY triggering so please, please do not read on if triggered easily. Thank you. I will not put specific warnings as to not spoil the story… Thank you. Please Read on~
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Izaya was scared, weak, and broken. His emotions swirling and fighting in his mind. His love for Shizuo, was it just something to keep him close? What was is exactly? He was scared, what if the blond had been lying.

He lied to you…

That's the thing that spun through his mind as he kept thinking about what he said. Shizuo had gone out earlier to go get some food, leaving the raven helpless in his own bed. He couldn't stop thinking about what he said and thinking he lied. It scared him majorly. the voice in his head, he knew not what it was , but that it was who he was inside.
A broken, scared, and manipulative man. He was the monster, not the strong Shizuo Hewajima. It was him, Izaya Orihara, or that's just what he believed. His body moved by itself, pulling his heavy body from the sweety comfort of the bed. He saw everything, but registered nothing.
Not pulling on clean clothes, putting his knife in his pocket, pulling his jacket on, or pulling on his jacket. He didn't register himself pulling on his shoes and opening the door, which to his weak body felt like lead to open. Izaya was gone, his eyes dull and blank, they weren't him anymore. They were empty, swirling with the voice inside his head. His body felt lifeless and like he couldn't move it but he could see himself going to the roof of his building.
His mind came back to him as he stood on the edge of the building, staring down at the empty streets below. He got scared but couldn't move his feet, the voice tempted him to stay. It's fine, one more step and this pain and lies will end.. they'll all end. He felt his feet shifting to the edge and his arms lifting up just slightly. That's when he heard it, the voice of his savior.
It felt too late, he had been on the edge, he could just shift and fall. He turned his body, eyes wide with horror to see the blond male running to him. "It's too late," he muttered as he shifted his body slipping off the roof. "No!" Shizuo called out, jumping over to him and grabbing his arm in his iron hard grip. Izaya felt like he was falling, but was he?