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Night felt the harsh chilly air graze his entire body. Normally, he would shudder when the chilly air touched him, so why wasn't he reacting to it right now? It was late at night when he stood on the bridge's railing, eyes lost along the horizon where he saw the sky painted in dark blue and the water illuminated the glistening of the moon. He looks out at the scene before him. He likes this, the nightlife, the stars peeking, the bright, dazzling full moon, and the sound of the river splashing.
He used to like this.
It’s quiet. It’s always quiet when Night comes here, but it somehow feels suffocating for him now. It all felt foreign to him. He felt like he didn’t belong here anymore.
Night felt too much. He feels so much at once he doesn’t even know what to feel anymore. Everything passed by so quickly these past few days. It was overwhelming him.
He didn’t know what to do anymore. Staying alive doesn’t make sense to him anymore if every minute feels torture to him.
Night suddenly felt frustrated — no, angry at himself. The anger that he bottled up, and ignored for the past few days explodes, that’s when he knew that his body could no longer take it. Then he remembers, he remembered everything.
Disgusting. He felt disgusted with himself as he remembered the disdainful looks everyone gave him. Everyone treated him as some sort of monster — maybe he was one after all.
It still haunts him up to this day. He thought of everything that happened. Things he could’ve done.
If only he protected Gun. If only he was the one who died instead of Gun.
Night's mind was filled with so many if onlys and what ifs. But even so, the past will still remain. He could only wish. Wish for everything to go back to the way it was.
Night’s breath hitched. He remembered his brother, how Gun would smile brightly and his eyes would sparkle while telling night his plans and dreams once he graduated high school and college. At how he wanted to be a musician and perform to a large crowd.
Too young. Gun was too young when the gods above took him away from Night. Tears started to roll down his face like a faucet with no switch off. Too much. It’s all too much.
Night looked down at the river below him. Then he saw Gun’s reflection.
Night blinked.
He saw Gun’s lifeless body, blood splattered against his whole body, along with the sounds of the ambulance wailing. The sound became louder the longer he stares at Gun. Night winced and shut his eyes closed. He forced a breath from his throat closed with grief. Too much. It’s all too much for him.
“P’Night..”
He opens his eyes and saw Gun reaching for him.
“P’NIGHT! P’NIGHT! P’NIGH-”
The wailing sound of the ambulance stopped.
Instead, the ringing noise in his head became loud.
Cold water came into contact with his skin which made night snap back to reality. He opened his eyes. It’s hard to see through his blurry eyes, but he saw a glimpse of bubbles escaping from his nose.
Night’s chest became tight. Tighter and tighter every second. He can’t breathe. His body was desperate for air. He should be panicking by now, but he doesn’t. He lets himself drown and takes it all in. Not that someone would care if he dies now.
He liked the comfort of the cold water around him. He felt more welcome in the river than in his own home.