One-shots about Depression and Mental Illness

The Tree Days it Took Me to Realise Everything I would Give Up for Love

Day 1

I had walked through the castle's gardens with him right by my side. A small breeze had ruffled his hair, making him look even more beautiful than normal. Oh, how I loved that lovely boy in front of me. How I would have done anything at all if it were to make him happy.

"Namiyo?" he had chirped up in a quiet voice.

"Mhm," was all the answer I had given him, too tired from all the wedding arrangements to truly answer him.

"You'll still love me after you get married to the princess, right?" he had sounded so small, so broken, though most of all, he had sounded unsure. How could he have ever been unsure of my love for him? If it hadn't been for my bastard of a father I would have never even considered marrying the princess. Ever.

"What type of question is that Aki? You know the only person I've ever loved is you."

I had turned him toward me, with his hands in mine while I had given him the answer to his stupid question. A warm smile had graced my features, and he too had returned that same smile with ease. His eyes had been sparkling, all the worries he had seemed to carry on his shoulders long gone.

I had pulled him in for a kiss, right under our tree.

Right now, I would give up anything to simply go back to that day.

Day 2

There's not much I remember of the second day. I know that someone had seen us kissing under the tree the day before. If I could, I'd go back and kill them before they told my father; the king. But sadly, in this world, that could never be possible.

After we had been told on, guards had dragged him from his room, not caring if I had seen them do so. I'd screamed at them to let him go, but it was all to my avail. They didn't listen, didn't let him go. Instead, they dragged him right down to the prison cells.

I'd screamed at my father to let him go, but he would not hear a word of it. He said it was punishment for our unrealistic relationship. He never did care for my feelings.

Just as I'd thought that the so-called day could not get worse, I'd been dragged into a dark room with no explanation whatsoever.

Curiosity didn't last long though, because as soon as the light turned on, I saw him right there, his head in a guillotine.

I'd started screaming for them to spare him, to let him live, but no such thing would be seen from someone like my father.

So that's how I'd been forced to watch the boy I loved most die. He'd been right there, and I couldn't do anything. Couldn't even tell him I loved him one last time.

Akira, you will never know how much I regret not being able to do anything that day.

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After the execution, I had been sent to my room, left there to cry for hours. Why couldn't I help? Why couldn't I save him? Why was he gone? Why did he leave?

How could I live without him by my side?!

One answer, one answer was all I had. I couldn't, I could simply not live without him by my side.

A crazed thought had run through my mind at that moment. My father had taken everything from me; my life, my freedom, and him. I could live with everything else, but not his death. So I decided, in that split second, that I'd join him. Once and for all, never to be separated again. That would be our story, was what I decided at that moment.

So that was how my perfect, yet so unperfect plan came into effect. Two results would be shown after my consciousness faded away; I'd get to see Akira, and my father would suffer.

Though one may think it's not so important to be with the person you love, in my eyes, the simple thought of seeing him again would be enough to convince me to never take another breath.

On top of that, I had realized, that maybe, just maybe, my father would realize what his mistake was, and the whole country would know of the prince who didn't want to marry, the prince whose true love was murdered.

Day 3

The third day. The day of the wedding. The day it all went down. I was dressed in my suit, the princess waiting at the altar in her pretty dress. My face that day had been described as emotionless, empty, and most of all, sad. Yet no one, not even those who had known of the death of Akira the previous day, had thought about what I would do in response.

Two minutes was all the time I had to pull off the unthinkable. Two minutes under our tree, with a rope in hand.

Tying a knot to the rope and connecting it to the tree had been much simpler than I had expected, though today, it's just a strangely fuzzy memory full of tears and sobs.

One minute left, and my breath was being taken away, my lungs beginning for air. Yet at that moment, I'd cried treats of joy. I'll get to see him soon, I'd thought.

But through the happiness, I was left to wonder, why was the world so cruel? Why could it not let us be together, happy, at peace? Why was the ending of our story tragic, while others could live without regret? Why was life so utterly unfair?

But those thoughts remained in the back of my mind, because, after all, though this ending was sad, cruel, and so much more, it was our ending. Our story, our 'happily ever after...'