Anon - Twilight and the Man with Two Ties

>The smell of your room was unnaturally pure today
>This was thanks to you having cleaned it all just a few short hours ago
>It looked nice, unlike it’s usual state of utter disorder
>Only one thing felt out of place, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of it
>Call it a small memento, if you will
>Besides, it was rude to get rid of old photographs
>It was nicely lit, the window being open and letting in soft rays of golden sunlight
>The beams landed in random shapes of warm heat on the prim carpet
>Outside, some cars passed by, probably busy with their own days
>You adjust a silk red tie and look yourself in the mirror
>Checking each little detail of your body, you scan for anything out of place
>Today was the big day after all
>Taking a deep breath, you run the comb through your smooth hair one last time
>It was an old suit, so it’s fit was slightly off
>Aside from that, the open window was letting in a large amount of summer heat
>You pull at your cuffs as you feel a small bead of sweat
>Shrugging it off, you head back inside of your living room
>Or other room, rather
>You apartment was beyond small, having only a bathroom and small kitchen/living space
>Even the couch turned into a bed to save space
>Heading to the window, you look out over the streets
>Some children were foolishly playing a game of some makeshift sport in the street
>A mother’s voice could be heard calling out for them to come inside
>Turning back inside, you take a final breath and then step up
>Everything was going just as you had hoped it would
>Better even
>So well, you allowed yourself to bask a little before leaving
> “Hello, I came to-” Twilight’s voice rang from the open door
>And with that, your world shifted from it’s romantic view into a pure sensory data
>Your heart beated inside your chest at a slow pace

>Despite this, your lungs had stopped for a small moment as you swallowed hard
>A bead of sweat rolls down your back, tickling you as it rolls down
>It’s taunts to be scratched went unheard
>The smell of the fresh air still permeated the room from the open window
>A faint smell of smog could be detected as a small procession of cars passed by
>The children had stopped playing by now, or at least had stopped making noise
>Oddly enough, the room which had once seemed so dreary as to be unmistakable melted away
>The dull browns were swept away by a current of purple, even though your eyes were wide in shock
>But these minute feelings became background noise as reality forced it’s way into your head
>Two things stood out to you in the end
>The first was Twilight’s bright eyes being lit up with fear and her mouth dropping
>You couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes for very long, same as it had been since the love of your life left you
>Second was the rope’s slightly itching texture on your exposed neck
> “See you...” She finished after a pause
“H-hello Twilight” You reply quietly while silently cursing your stutter
>She hates that pathetic stutter of yours, remember?
>Ah, the little voice of condescension that had come out the night before she left you
>Can’t think about her right now though
> “I...do you want to talk?” She offers, repeatedly looking up at the rope
>You felt slightly violated from her staring, like a woman caught changing
>What was once just a rope had become something intimate and private for you
>This rope was fairly important, to say the least
>Staring down at her silently, you found that no words would come to your throat
>Your heart sped up
> “It’s okay, just...just please step down” She says, taking a step forward
>Reflexively, you take a step back and hear the chair creak

>You had bought this small little chair to fix a lightbulb in your room 3 years ago
>For some odd reason, you felt like the chair and you had bonded over that time
>A small joke you always told yourself was that the chair might be your best friend in the world
>It always held you up, was always there for you, didn’t care if only you talked to it, never told you not to drink...
>The joke became more like wracking sobs after that, but it would raise your feelings in passing
>But now, the chair was helping you to leave this world, like any good friend should
>Aside from Twilight, who apparently had the gall to keep you alive
>How rude
“S-stay back...” You stutter out as a whisper
>More stutters, more pathetic little annoyances
> “What? I can’t hear you from here” She says before moving closer
“S-stay back!” You shout, momentarily losing your footing before rebalancing
>She lifts her hands up diplomatically, gesturing that she would stop
> “Okay...just take it easy, alright? Don’t do anything hasty now”
>Hasty
>Did she think this was a spur of the moment thing?
>You felt indignant to her to the point of tears
>At least, that’s how you would defend yourself incase you started crying again
>Pussy
>Both of you went quiet and she set her purse down on your freshly cleaned counter
>The detached part of your mind hoped she wouldn’t dirty it
>Like she gives a fuck about your pathetic obsession with a clean counter
“S-shut up, okay?” You say, to both the voice and Twilight
>Hearing the words come out felt surreal
>Why were you being so mean to Twilight?
>Wasn’t she a friend of yours?
>A friend doesn’t tell you that when the love of your life leaves you that she was “sorry”
>Who cares if you shut her out after that?
>The messages stopped coming after I didn’t answer any for the first week
>You hated Twilight, but also didn’t

> “I don’t need to talk, I can just listen if you want to” She offers you, fear still clear on her face
>Why was she feeling fear?
>Not like she was the one about to kill herself
>Maybe she was scared of having to deal with everything after you die
>No, Twilight would actually grieve us, right?
>Stop talking to yourself, stop it
>She keeps staring at you with those big, watery eyes
>In fact, they were so watery you felt your eyes might get watery too
>Something kept you from looking her directly in the eyes though
>The light that radiated in Twilight's eyes, resembled the light in the love of your life's eyes
>You squeeze your lip and clench your teeth tight to avoid crying in front of her
>Crying wasn’t going to save you
>Drinking didn’t, so why would crying?
> “Please, just...just get down from there and we can talk...alright?” She held out her hand
>At first, you pull away from the hand
>Had Twilight hurt you?
>Recoiling away was just another sign of cowardice
>You weren’t a coward anymore, you were going to do something
>Her hand is still there
>The ball was rolling, no more hiding and weeping
>Still waiting there, ready for you when you were
>No more fear, no more sadness
>No more anything
> “Please...” She pleads with you
>Those eyes stare you down and tell you, no, beg you to come down
>It was too high up here, you suddenly felt very dizzy
>You squeeze your lips together, hoping it will keep the tears at bay a little longer
>Crying in front of a girl over something as pathetic as this was just too much
>Slipping the noose from your neck you take Twilight’s hand as she guides you to the couch
>Taking a seat, you vacantly stare forward, regretting every second your heart still beat
> “I’ll go...make us some tea” She awkwardly offers
>Despite saying this, she stood in front of you for a few seconds more before placing a hand on your shoulder

> “It’s alright...everything’s alright now” She says, rubbing your shoulder
>The world was silent, even though you’d heard Twilight’s words clearly
>Those splotches of sunlight looked more grey than gold now, same with everything else
>Everything but Twilight and her eyes of course
>When she stepped past you to the kitchen side of the room, the world was encased in grey
>A thought sprang into your mind
>What if this was all it would be from now on?
>Just grey infinity with Twilight always being just close enough to be reminded she existed
>Not that you would even want her and her psychological bullshit
>Stepping down was a trick
>She was probably mocking you even now
>Twilight steps back into your view, making you look up to her eyes
> “You, uh, don’t have any drinks. Or anything in your fridge, for that matter” She reminds you, rubbing her arm nervously
“I d-donated it all last night since I w-wouldn’t...wouldn’t...” You try to tell her but find something catching in your throat
> “It’s okay, just breathe, relax...” She told you, quickly taking a seat next to you
>You follow the instructions, even if you did find them stupid
>Taking several slow breaths, you find yourself starting to shudder and a deep frown comes over your face
>God dammit, not now, you can’t start crying again now
>She already saw you about to off yourself, and now you want to cry too?
> “It’s alright, let it out...” She coos, as she starts to rub your back
>Angrily, you slam a balled up fist onto your left thigh, making the spot sing in pain
>Her hand leaps away from you in fear
“It’s NOT okay!” You growl at her through grit teeth
>A snarl comes over you, ready to begin shouting at her, letting out all of your anger
>Maybe even hit her for daring to stop you
>But that all melts away when you see her face

>Your anger tries to resist and show itself regardless of the tears welling up in her eyes
“Y-you keep feeding me t-this bullshit -and...and I’m...” You try to tell her before you start crying too
>Fucking tears
>Fucking apartment
>Fuck everything and anything
“I’m s-sorry Twilight, I just--” You try to respond between sobs
> “It’s okay, I know you’re hurt and you want to lash out” She tells you
>Why did she have to be so nice?
>Back when it was just this apartment and that street, everything was dark
>Killing yourself in that world was a no brainer
>But now Twilight was here and you were just a huge fuck up like always
> “Just know that I’m here for you, alright?” She says placing a hand back onto your shoulder
>You look back at her and for the first time since she opened the door, you see her smile
>Something tells you to run away
>Another thing tells you to never move again
>Twilight then pulls you into an awkward hug on the couch
>She was wearing a nice t-shirt, so you felt bad about getting tears on it
>The hug felt warm, warmer than the sunbeams on the carpet even
>As she held you, you felt the world regain it’s color
>For as long as Twilight was here for you would be alright
>Twilight softly shushes into your ear and gently rocks back
>You pull away after a while, wiping away the tears and even managing a smile
“Twilight, i-if you hadn’t-” You start to say in a whisper
> “You don’t need to tell me. Just...promise me something, okay?” She says, placing a hand over yours
>You look into her eyes as the smile becomes replaced with a serious look
“Anything” You say, unafraid of what she might ask
> “Promise not to scare me like that ever again...okay?” She says, smiling again
>Even though she was smiling, tears started to rise in her eyes again
“I won’t i-if you do something for me” You say, placing a hand over hers
> “What is it?”

“Stay with me for a little while longer?” You say, starting to choke up again
> “Of course I will” She says, bringing you into another embrace
>She holds you in a hug for what feels like an eternity
>The rope swings lazily above both of your head all the while, having lost it's dark appearance
>You close your eyes and just listen to the world going by
>Had you ended it all, this wouldn't have happened, and no voice could say that it was a good idea now
>So, just as one girl leaving brought them in, the voices left as someone else came in
>All of your problems were still there
>Killing yourself wouldn’t have solved your problems, just escaped them
>Pushed them onto people like Twilight
>But at least now there was someone who cared about you, even if it would only be this one moment
>After all, what more could you ask for?
THE END