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The boy from the cliffside💔

TW: suicide attempt, talks about suicide, and a whole lot of crying and fluff :'(

Dream slowly walked along the grassy cliff side, looking around the area, remembering all the good times he had here.
When he was only twelve, him and his little sister would play games on this hill. They would kick the ball to each other,
playing rock paper scissors to see who would have to get the ball when it fell down the cliff. He looked up at the ocean
line, seeing the sun setting, perfect timing.

Dream stopped, only about a foot away from the edge as he eyed the bright ocean, the multicolored sunset, the
orange feinted clouds in the sky. He used to look upon this cliff with the idea life would get better, life would be an
adventure that would last forever. Now, he stares along knowing forever has an end.

Dream sighed, crouching down as he sat crisscross, his hands in his hoodie pocket as he watched the cloud move
ever so slowly. He had to drive around twenty miles to get here, so he planned to stay a while. He left a letter in his
room for his mother, a long goodbye text to his best friend Sapnap, and a last gift for his sister on her bed, with
a little goodbye note as well. Those three people, the only people who ever mattered to Dream. Except, there
was one missing. Dream closed his eyes, feeling soothed by the sound of light waves and soft air brushing
away his hair every now and again.

He could stay here forever, in the cold breeze, looking out to the ocean as his last sight. He had come here eight
times before, the first one was just to watch the view, the second was to cry, the third to think about his life, the
fourth to cry harder, the fifth to wonder if it was all worth it, the sixth to attempt, the seventh to cry, and now, this
one, the eighth. The last time he would visit the place, as he'd finally make the leap he wished he did months ago.
Before it all happened. Before his death. Before Dreams depression. Before the darkness stated to swallow.

Dream knew as soon as his mother found the note, and as soon as Sapnap saw the message, the police would be
on their way. So he stood, he didn't have much time, but he enjoyed what he could. He enjoyed the years of happiness
and the youthful occasional sadness. He enjoyed his life on earth, but he was cutting his losses, deciding everything had
taught him to give up, basically hinting at this decision all along. He stood, slowly stepped closer to the edge, the front
of his feet just off of the edge, looking down at the ocean below. He planned to drown, planned to end it all and be lost
at sea forever.

Dream whipped around at the sound of footsteps, his eyes widening and so did theirs. Dream scanned his eyes around
the person, they were short, had soft brown hair that didn't look well kept, and big brown eyes that hid something he
couldn't quite see. "I-I'm sorry.. I-I'll go.." The boy wiped his eyes, turning around. Dreams eyes widened more.

"wait.." He stated, the brunette stopping, Dream knew that look, those tears, that posture, that hesitance. "Did you come
here to die?" Dream said, silence following his question as it was absorbed into the atmosphere. The boy slowly turned
towards Dream, their eyes connecting, saying so many things in such silence. They communicated, Dream and this
mysterious boy, they weren't so different.

The brunettes eyes darted to the left, then towards Dreams. His head was slightly dipped down, his eyes worried
and hesitant, like they were trying to decide whether or not they should answer or not. The boy nodded his head slowly,
Dreams expression softening slowly as he turned towards the sun, placing his hands back in his pockets as he waited for
the boy to leave. "You too..?" His voice, so soft and gentle, like it was refreshing to hear it again.

Dream closed his eyes, letting the sea salt smell fill his nose. "Yep" Dream said dryly, he'd usually add some cheeriness to
conversations, but he was too exhausted and drained to do so. Dream sat back down, his feet and lower legs dangling down
above the cliffs emptiness. He stayed silent, hearing the boy not near or draw away. Dream looked back at him, "well?" He
asked, the boy looking up, seemingly reminded he was in reality as Dream smoke. Dreams exhausted, tired eyes met with
the boys brown, dull ones.