I was alone, but I was surrounded by friends. I was heartbroken, but I smiled all the brighter. Through the pain and despair I upheld the mask of optimism. I was so considerate, they said. They said a lot of things. But all I did was give them everything I needed, and told them everything I ached to hear. They didn’t understand. The only one who came close to how I felt was Seth, but at least he had Brie. No matter excluded and alone he felt, at the end of the day he had someone who loved him. Someone who cared enough about him to risk her life for him. Kai shared my guilt, but he had Mira. She shared my pain and fear, but Kai held her. No one had time to notice if I was ok. Jeremiah was to busy keeping assassins from killing Sky while she planed a rebellion. Serina was busy ruling a kingdom, and Seb had hardly a second to spare as he hunted down and won over the diverse gangs that made up the Sermana race. Wolf was my only comfort, but the big dog couldn’t do much. One day, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Without Finn, I had no reason to live. The others didn’t need me, they only noticed me when I brought them a meal or healed them from sickness. This was it. With dread, I rose to watch my last sunrise. From the top of an old, old tree, I could see for miles around. It was beautiful. So full of life. So separate from me. I flew down to the ground and prepared myself. Fea, like the Drea, have a Dara tattoo. Unlike our war-like cousins though, ours were vines instead of chains. With a flick of my wrist, I summoned the thick vine that wrapped around my throat and trailed down my arm from my skin. It was warm and green, which was good. It would hold my weight. I climbed to one of the lower branches and calculated the distance between me and the ground. I tied the loose end of the vine around a branch and prepare to jump. If I was lucky, my momentum would cause the vine to break my spine and it would be quick. If I wasn’t, this would be painful. I took one last, sweet breath, and let myself fall. I felt peace as the wind whistled through my feathers and waited for the vine to swing taught. It never did. Someone caught me, held me, saved me. In that moment I felt both tremendous joy and disappointment. Someone gently unwrapped the end of my tattoo from the branch and it sunk back under my skin. I was surrounded by my friends, their embrace at once comforting and restraining. “I want to die,” I sobbed. “Just let me die!” I struggled feebly and sank to my knees. I buried my face in Wolf’s fur; he had pushed his way through the others to get to me. Skylar, who had caught me, extended her wings around me, blocking me from sight. Brie, Mira, and even Serina held me. They didn’t say anything, but they didn’t need to. I was embarrassed, scared, broken, and devastated, but I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t alone anymore.

-_This was a scene from a book I’m writing, so the reasons behind the narrator (Freya)’s decision to commit suicid may seem a little unclear. _