(☁️) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ━━ 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛
I write oneshots for the
superior Van Dijk
𝗢𝗥
You can imagine being
Coco's love interest
[coco van dijk x fem!reader]
[completed]
[requests: closed]
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Another day of trying to force myself to live. To force myself to stay for everyone around me.
But a certain thought comes in like a wrecking ball: there's no point in living. Let's just... restart life.
Every night I go to sleep, I feel like not waking up the next day. But I get disappointed everytime my eyes open to glance at the familiar ceiling and walls. I don't feel like eating, drinking water or going out to do something productive.
Over the past few months, I collected an array of cuts all over my arms. People have noticed, but I honestly don't care. I stay distant from people. Everytime a person has tried getting close to me, I've attached way too much to them and I end up oversharing.
Then they just... leave.
Over this course of time I've realised that people are like shadows; they disappear when it gets dark.
I don't want to live anymore.
I just don't.
I walk out of my house, my feet clacking against the bricked sidewalk. I see people around me; parents with their kids, girls with their significant others. And all of them are smiling. Laughing.
Why can't I be as happy as them?
A harsh wind blows and I feel a little cold; slightly more cold on my face. I touch my cold fingertips to my face and feel moisture.
