Myct SbI angst + fluff oneshots (read desc)

The Birds are Silent Today (angst)

A semi vent that is short in length. I am working on two chapters which r gonna be massive, n another large one which is a remake of a draft.

Implied suicide trigger warning

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The birds are silent today.

I opened my window to let the cool breeze take the murky air out of my room. The winds filtered the scent of rot that came from seemingly nowhere, though sometimes I wonder if its me.

I looked outside my window and noticed that the trees were devoid of any sort of animal life, not a squirrel nor a bird. I miss the songbirds that littered the backyard in spring. I hope they come back soon.

The birds are silent today.

It seems like every time I speak up in a conversation with friends I am ignored. I mention something only for me to reference it just moments later and be met with confused or shocked faces. It takes twenty minutes or so for them to realize that I left a group call, even if its only just three of us.

Every time I send a message in our group chat I am either met with criticism or silence. I think i'd rather see unintentionally hateful messages in response to one, than twelve messages coming from me being responded to by none.

Am I horrible person for being angry about this?

The birds are silent today.

The arguing has ceased from the stairs below. Their loud voices no longer screaming the words of their fucked up melody. I wonder if I miss the anger that came from down there.

My heart feels heavy as the silence grows. Do I miss the noise that filled this silence, or am I worried something went horribly wrong? Last time it was this silent there was blood on the doors. Let it not soil the carpets this time. I am not in the mood to clean it.

I hope that thought isn't too selfish?

The birds are silent today.

As I take my final breaths I look around in the room I didn't grow up in. This place is not my home, but even my old home did not feel like home. I miss the old place anyways, at least I had someone who love and cared for me there.

I miss the hugs I would get from this someone. The kisses, the compliments, I miss everything about this someone. I hope this someone will not forget me when I'm gone.

The blood trickles down my wrist and the world goes dark.
Please don't forget me

The birds are silent today.

For they do not sing sad songs on funeral days. That duty is fulfilled by the the rainfall. The rains droplets pepper my grave with its mourning kisses. Or maybe thats from the tears of the few that cared.

The song once sung by the birds is now replaced with the agony of heart broken cries. It makes me wonder if I truely regret what I did. If I could go back and change it though, I probably would not. Its better off like this.

Im at peace now

But its dark

And im cold

And yet

the birds remain silent

490 words. You may project any character you want onto this, or dont. I might use this in an assignment in the future. So uh if this gets taken down, its cuz i dont wanna be accused of  plagiarizing my own writing

I struggled to spell that P word btw..

22:54 feb 7

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