The sound of light footsteps was heard echoing around the hallways, the faint chatter of students outside was bouncing from the halls, though the conversation was muffled and incomprehensible he still can diminish that they sound so 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚. He would never admit it out loud but, he had secretly envied those kids that had freely live their lives, not like him.
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
Kuro, an early teen with dull-looking eyes of red walked shamelessly around the hallways. His steps ridiculously sluggish and slow, his back hunched forward, and his head was lowered, his chin almost touching his collar bone, freely letting his hair of silvery ashy blue blanket most of his face.
On his hand, he was holding his black and blue backpack in his grip though it was somewhat loose and despite the want to just leave it here in the ground, he had restrained from doing it so.
' 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦', He boldly thought to himself as he continued to move forward, his steps still sluggishly slow. Yet, now he had lifted his head a little, letting his bangs moved into the side of his forehead though some had stayed still to where they were.
He sighed, lifting and pulling his backpack so that he can rest it on his shoulder, though the weight was heavy on his shoulder he had thought that it would be much less troublesome than to let it grind itself to the floor, Freya would be mad about it.
T̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶p̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶-̶-̶
He shook his head, the action clearing his head from the thoughts, ' 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.'
It's better to have clear thoughts to avoid feeling guilty about what he was about to do, he doesn't have time for doubts.
He forcefully turned, forcibly twirling his body to another direction, and instead of meeting a long corridor, like all the others this time he was met by a set of stairs, and he voluntarily groaned.
' 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨. 𝙈𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮.'
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴?
But, alas if he wanted to arrive at his destination then he had no choice but to climb the staircase.
He groaned once again yet, this time he obliged.
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.
He placed a hand on the doorknob, only having little doubts about opening it.
He had made up his mind, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙣𝙤𝙬.
He doesn't want to walk anymore and his feet were sore from all the climbing he had with the stairs - Hey, don't judge him- there is a reason he is named SLEEPY ASH ( ' Sleepy' for he is always so lazy and ' Ash' for his hair is the exact color of old ash.)
𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕬𝖘 𝕴 𝖂𝖆𝖘 𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕿𝖔 𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝕸𝖞 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘--
But, the instant that he had opened the door he was greeted by something that he did not expect to see. He had not seen it earlier for he had lowered himself to let his hand be placed on his footwear, his fingers ready to pull his shoes off of his feet. Why? You had ask. In Japan, it is customary for Japanese people to take their shoes off before they do something like this.
It is a sign - a very, very understandable sign- that it is not ' murder' but, ' suicide'. It's not like someone would miss him anyway.
𝕺𝖋𝖋 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕴 𝖘𝖊𝖊--
Kuro retreated his foot down to the ground as he stares at the sight before him--
𝕬 𝕭𝖔𝖞 𝖂𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖂𝖆𝖘 𝕿𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊--
The boy had his back before him as he faces off to the void only he could see, despite not asking Kuro already knows what the other was thinking and was about to do. Given by the lack of his shoes on his feet and how he was standing there outside of the safety measures and how he was dangerously close to the edge, not that he was already at the edge.
𝘚𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋, 𝕴 𝕲𝖔 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒--
Words were formed in his head and despite the lack of his knowledge, he had not realized that his lips had moved and spoke on its own without any of his permission;
" 𝓗𝓮𝔂.", He said softly yet, the authority still had lingered and had been known. " 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽, 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮."
The boy flinched hearing his words, that he turned his head at an amazingly fast pace miraculously not having a whiplash at the said action. The shock and confusion on his face was visible and open for everyone to see as they stared longingly at each other for who knows how long have they done that.
𝖂𝖍𝖔𝖆, 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕴 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖞?--
Clear confusion builds up in his mind, and he can't help himself but, tightly clench his hands into fists at his sides, stuck as if glued.
𝕴 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖞--
Anger was rearing up at his chest--
𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉--
-- And there was only one thing running in his mind;
' 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉.'
The boy stared at him before he looks back at the void that only exist in his imagination, and Kuro instantly thought that he was about to jump and before he could stop the boy. It was convinced that he was not about to jump but to just lean his back at the hard exterior of the railing, bowing his head as if asking for forgiveness.
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖊𝖘;
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦? 𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮.
" 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊.", The boy started, his eyes shining a light of sadness, " 𝕴'𝖒 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖊."
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚.
" 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖎𝖙 𝖚𝖕, 𝕴'𝖒 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉."
𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦.
𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙.
The anger in his chest had reached it's maximum and he can't help himself from exclaiming the protest within him, disagreeing what the boy just said, " 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖌𝖔𝖉'𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊!"
" 𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘?"
The tears that rolled down the boy's cheeks were left noticed though he had no intention of pointing it out, too deep into his anger.
" 𝕴 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊.", And he pointed at the boy accusingly as if blaming him of a crime.
The anger in his chest turned into understanding once again and he slowly set his steps to where the boy is, placing a careful hand at the railing, clenching it tightly afterward, " 𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖚𝖕𝖘𝖊𝖙? 𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉?"
" 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌!"
The boy looked at him, eyes shining with unshed tears as he smiled warmly, " 𝕴'𝖒 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌."
He watched as the boy turned away--
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉.
And Kuro calmly walked away, a hand placed at his chest as his eyes began watering.
𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙.
" 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰-𝘴𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?", 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘌𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.
𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥, " 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦." 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.
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