Dnf oneshots💚💙

Save me..💔

TW: suicidal attempts and thoughts, also talks about homophobia, bullying, parental neglect, and
abuse. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these things❤️

George walked with a mission, a ambition. "Left.. right.. left.. right" he thought slowly, as he walked along the
cemented floor. He heard cars whiz by him, making his hair flail a bit. Feeling the cold fall air around him, making
him hide his hands in his pockets for warmth.

He knew it was today, he had waited for it. He said a long heartfelt goodbye to his friends over texts, planning
today that it would all end. He walked along the bridge, satisfied with the nice scent in the air as he looked left, seeing
the vast water go on for as far as he could see.

He soon stopped walking, looking out into the clouds. He was scared, what would happen to him? Well, it wouldn't be
worse than the life he was currently living. Home used to feel safe, soon, nothing but loud noises and the common
feeling of police officers asking him what happened, the common sight of his father being taken in and out of prison
repeatedly burned into his brain as a child. Not only that, but his school wasn't that safe either, some jerk let it
slip he was gay, and now everyone either beat him or shunned him. Home and school, the two places he should feel
safe, but never does.

He raised his hand to his cheek, slowly moving it as he felt his smooth, pale skin. Soon his hands went to the bandaids
on his jaw, they were very common. He watched as the sun rised in the distance, feeling content, and satisfied with
this end. He'd stop while he's ahead, life gave him a bad wrap, so he'd get a new one, hopefully a intact one, where
he was like everyone else.

He touched the thick, cold railing of the bridge, it's cement and black fence blocking him from a escape. That was
fine, he's climbed fences before, he can do it again.

He slowly grabbed the cold metal, placing his feet neatly on the fence and hoisted himself up, soon making it
to the other side. With his arms behind him, he looked out into the ocean, nothing but emptiness and wind.
Was he ready? The question lingered in his mind daily, but now, coming at him like a semi truck.

Soon, he froze, holding on tightly to the fence behind him making his knuckles white. His breathing hitched, for
some reason, this didn't feel right. He could lean forward, and escape, but something pushed him back, fear? Bluntness?
He didn't know, but he had an odd feeling to follow the feeling.

He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face at a low, painful speed. He bit the inside of his mouth, "come
on George.. you're a pussy.. an actual pussy!" He screamed at himself, looking down at the ocean.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his, turning around quickly at the heat, he saw a boy. He had one hand in
his pocket, the other on George's. They both looked at each other for a minute, saying thousands of words without
speaking, and showing emotion without changing their expressions. For a second, George felt like he was being
seen right through, like he was x-raying his sadness, and reached out his arms to help.

The boy softened his expression, looking at George like he'd known him all years of his life, and knew exactly
what to say to stop him. "Would you like to talk?" He said, in such a soothing and sweet manor.

Hearing those words be voiced so honestly, so lovingly, like he truly cared for George's life and safety, George
immediately broke down his walls, letting himself cry like he never imagined he could. He hoped on the other
side, covering his face with his hands, letting out everything, and to what? A guy he's never met? George had a
feeling he shouldn't just tell a random person his whole life problems, but despite this, he felt safe. Like he
had just walked into a room with him, where no one else was, all attention on George as he let go.

The boy sat him down, resting George on the cement railing separating him and the ledge. The boy brung his
head close, digging it in George's hair and brought his hand to it, so he could soothingly touch it with the comfort
touch of a mother. George grew to love the feeling, closing his eyes and enjoying the lovely feeling of someone
making him feel so safe for once, so listened to.

He went off, telling him about everything. His parents, his school life, his grades, his issues, his mental health, he
told him everything. It was the first time George could ever let go, and say something for once, to someone who
was actually listening.

After George was done explaining everything, the boy nodded his head "may I know your name? If you're comfortable
that is" he said, just his words alone making George's heart melt with affection.

"..George.. George Davidson.. what's y-yours?" He asked, sniffling a little after just crying. The tears had dried
from his face, now in his own little world with this boy.

"I'm Clay, are you feeling better George?" He asked, moving his head back to look at George. George glanced
up at Clay, his eyes making his heart beat fast, was this the first time someone's ever looked at him, like that?

George paused before answering, giving a grateful and weak smile to him "yes.. thank you.. so much, you have
no idea how much you've helped me.." George suddenly jumped into Clays arms, hugging him tighter than he
ever even hugged his own mother.

Clay slowly hugged back, resting his head on George's shoulder "I'm glad I could, here," Clay pulled away from
George taking out his phone and going into his contacts. George held Clay's arm in his hand, feeling safe by the
touch "I'll give you my number, you can call whenever you like George, and I'll talk to you, okay? Anytime" he said,
handing George his phone.

George's face flushed red, looking down at the phone he took from Clays hands. "Shut up George! It's just a
number.. he's just trying to help... nothing.. nothing else.." he said, writing down his number for the boy, never
letting go of his arm. Clay had a weird way of making you feel so comfortable, you setting the boundaries, and
him following them exactly as you give him. It's a person George needed to meet.

He gave the phone back to Clay, Clay helping him stand up and looking at him with a bright smile "I can take
you back to your house if you'd like, if you know the general direction" Clay offered, George clinging close
to him and moving closer.

"Yeah.. I'd like that" George said, a smile slowly growing on his face as he slid his hand down from Clays
arm, to his hand. He was surprised Clay didn't pull away or anything, he intertwined their fingers, leading
George away from the place he almost missed out on the greatest thing to ever happen to him, Clay.

Sorry, I'm not too good at writing angst, I'm used to writing fluff, so, apologies.

Also, please don't be offended by me picturing out a person who's suffering from depression and
suicidal thoughts, I'm sorry if you are and I hope things turn out well, there's a rainbow after it rains❤️

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