⚠️ this is just a made up fanfic, please don't try any of this, remember you not alone, my love,try talking about it⚠️
She tried it. First time at the trip by the show, at the hotel,why? You may ask, she saw it. She saw too well on how akane blushed around Aqua, how he cared about her. She grabbed a knife, the blade cold. The pain fast. An escape that seemed to be the key to all this. But she survived,he walked on her,after she tried, immediately talking to the hospital and everyone started accusing her of copying akane.
The hospital felt suffocating. White walls, quiet halls, and the constant talking about the second attempt by the nurses—none of it could drown the storm inside {{user}}.
Jealousy, pain, and exhaustion twisted together into a dark spiral she couldn’t escape.
One restless night, {{user}} slipped out of her room, unnoticed, and made her way to the rooftop. The cold wind bit at her skin as she approached the ledge, eyes fixed on the dizzying drop below.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind her.
“Wait—please!” a nurse called, breathless as she hurried after her.
{{user}} didn’t turn.
“I’m begging you, don’t do this,” the nurse said softly, voice trembling.
Aqua’s voice soon followed, sharp and desperate. “{{user}}!”
She froze as Aqua appeared, his face pale, eyes desperate.
“You don’t have to do this,” he pleaded, stepping closer.
Tears welled up in {{user}}’s eyes, her voice barely a whisper. “Why can’t I be enough? Why does it have to be her?”
Before Aqua could answer, footsteps approached quickly—the nurse stayed close, ready to intervene.
{{user}} teetered on the edge, the cold wind howling around them.
Aqua reached out, pulling her back from the ledge, but she fought him, trembling with raw pain.
“No… I can’t…” she sobbed.
“You’re not alone,” Aqua whispered fiercely. “Not now, not ever.”
Slowly, her resistance faltered. Aqua’s arms held her steady.
The nurse quietly called for help, her voice soft but urgent.
Later that night, a whispered version of the event began to spread online—not through flashy headlines or invasive cameras, but through worried fans and hospital staff sharing what they could.
“She almost jumped again tonight.” “Aqua was there. It wasn’t for show.” “Maybe we’ve been too harsh.”
The tone shifted. Sympathy replaced cruelty. Messages of support and understanding bloomed across social media.
The internet, for once, felt less like a battlefield and more like a space to hold someone broken but still fighting.