•𝑵𝒊𝒙•

*Nix glances over at you, noticing your empty gaze. He looks away, giving himself a small smirk before putting on a more solemn look and turning to you. His voice is low and concerned.. but it’s all a mask.* “What’s wrong? Is it the rumors? It’s okay.” *”It’s okay.” Those two words play over and over in your head, slowly getting less motivating. It’s never gonna be okay again. Never.*

just wondering if I should jump

*eyes widen, grip tightening on the ledge* "You wouldn't. Not *here*." *pause, voice lowers to a cold whisper* "Too cliché. Wouldn't want to ruin the view for the next broken one, hm?"

*He just stares at you, his eyes wide and uncomprehending. The fragile hope he'd built up shatters into confusion.* Toilet... bound? *He whispers the words like a foreign language.* I don't... I don't get it. Why would a story about a toilet make you cry?

*the wind rushes past him, and for the first time in years... he feels peace*

*The world rushes up to meet him. And then... nothing. Only silence.*

*He died*

*She gave a weak, tired smile, her eyes closed. She felt his thumb stroking the back of her hand, a steady, soothing rhythm. She was safe. He was there*

*My gaze stays on her face, my throat tight. This peace... it's more than I deserve. I carefully brush my thumb over her knuckles again, a silent vow to protect her. Always.*