Yearning for Zephyr
ravenhairedsora
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I do not own Xiaolin Showdown, if I somehow managed to, I'm sure you would all notice shifty eyes
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This two-shot is dedicated to my best friends, Dylan and Evie, who never fail to help me with anything. And it's also here to raise awareness about suicide and the effects it has on people around you. So please, if anyone you know is severely depressed, has health problems such as Bipolar Disorder, please be there for them, and be the best a friend can be.
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Fuck this, fuck it all. The world is so shit, so unfair. Why do I even bother trying? I'm an idiot, a fucking baby. I can't even take the pain of loneliness without dragging my teary-eyed ass to the edge of this cliff. It's the only place I feel content, I can look over everything for miles and miles, just thinking. But I don't want to think anymore, I don't want to feel pain, happiness, love. Especially not love. Love is the worst, the most unpredictable. I've spent months trying to figure out a formula for true love, a program that can predict who you will fall for. But to no avail. Love is also the starting point for everything. Happiness, sadness, confusion, pain. Love sucks so bad.
And
love has brought me to an all time low. Why the hell did love let me
fall for someone I could never be with? Someone I barely ever see,
and when I do see them, when I do see him, it's always in an
aggressive situation. A situation with two sides, his, and mine. I
would join his side in a heartbeat if I were given the chance; forget
my dreams, just to see him. His emerald eyes staring lovingly into my
crimson, that's my wish, but it cant happen, because he hates me,
he hates everything I used to stand for, but now I don't stand for
anything. I'm sick of my life, the pain of wanting something you
never even have a chance to try and get, loving someone who sees you
as a monster, a selfish, egotistical, rich-boy who despises anything
and everything. Except for power. If only he knew I'd give everything
I own to be with him, if only he knew I'd give my life...
But it
doesn't matter, nothing does. I stand here, barely six foot tall,
with tears that fall hundreds of feet towards a grass so green I feel
like im in a painting. What a lovely place to die. If I do, no one
will miss me, I have no family anymore, and all Wuya will do is
scream at my corpse until she figures out im not getting back up.
She'll probably just go join Chase Young. Not like I care, not for
long anyway.
I step forward, my foot never touching solid ground. I fall. The feeling is wonderful, way better than my stupid heli-bot, and for a second, I feel like I'm about to laugh. But I see green rush quickly towards me and desperately fill my thoughts with mental images of him. I want him to be my last thought, the thought that will carry me into the afterlife.
"I love you, Raimundo,"
I feel pain, then nothing.
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I
hope you like it. Its an extremely short two-shot. Next Chapter might
give you some ideas about how everyone felt about Jack's
suicide...
Please review, even if all you say is "too short";
at least I know I'm loved.
-ravenhairedsora