*TRIGGER WARNING: THERE IS SUICIDE MENTIONED HERE*

The ground felt so far away. 

But I felt content with that. 

After all, it meant that I could die instantly. 

I looked down once more, my feet slowly closing the gap between me and my death as tears continued to stream down my cheeks. 

It was better to die and make everyone happy. After all, I was only an annoyance, a pest to the people around me, especially Aaron. 

"I hope you're happy with whoever you love, Aaron," I whispered to myself, a sad smile on my face before I moved my body closer to the edge, ready to end it all-

"RAY! Don't do it!" 

I stopped, eyes wide as I turned around to face the person I loved more than anything. 

He was panting, breathing erratic while holding onto the railing nearby, but he managed to look up and make eye contact with me, "Stop! You haven't heard my explanation!" 

"I know you couldn't tolerate me anymore-" 

"STOP LOOKING AT THIS THAT WAY!" 

I was taken aback by this. He had never shouted before, and his tone... It had emotion in it. 

"Did... Did our relationship mean nothing to you!? Why else would you try to kill yourself!?" 

"You're the one who wanted to break up!" I yelled back.

"You didn't even hear me say that it's because of my own mental scars!" 

I went quiet, eyes growing wide like saucers as I saw him inhale and say, "I'm not a good person, Ray. I-I was horrible once. Every night, I saw my past mistakes flash through my eyes. But when I met you, you were the light that chased them all away. Your smile made me feel like I had been forgiven." 

"I-I..." I was stunned till I was speechless. I had never known that...

"I never told you that, because I was scared that if I did, you would break up with me. I-I wanted us to break up so I could let you process what I had done. But... But you didn't even listen. Instead, you cried... And it broke my heart..." His voice went quiet.

"Aaron... I-I..." I stepped down and walked towards him. All this time, I had been so self-centered. If I had cared for him, I wouldn't have considered suicide. 

I guess that old phrase "You don't see the scars within" is true in its own way. 

I then hugged him, "Both of us have scars, but we love each other.... And you know what? That's more than enough. We can help each other heal." 

"Ray..." he slowly hugged back, and I could feel my shirt getting wet, "T-Thank you so much..." 

"I-It's okay..." 

And thus we stood there. 

That day, a suicide attempt led to a silent promise being made to heal together, no matter how tough the obstacles are, and live our lives the way we're supposed to. 

CalmRaven I hope this is a good ending.