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broken things...

Summary:

Duke is tired.

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Duke was tired. Tired of life, tired of the heathers, tired of trying to be perfect.

 

She felt the wind blow through her hair, ruffling it like a lion’s mane.

She’d forsaken the scrunchie, laying it useless by her side.

She didn’t need it anymore.

 

The roof of Westerburg high was quiet, abandoned, it’s gravelly texture rubbing against Duke’s hand and leaving imprints.

She lifted her hand to peer at the marks.

They’re really not any way close to the ones she’s already endured.

 

She stood up.

Tossing off her green blazer next to the matching scrunchie, she walked to the edge.

 

“Heather!”

 

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

 

“What are you doing here, Veronica?”  She bit out, venom in her voice, turning to face the brunette with a scowl.

Veronica was not going to ruin this. Not this.

 

“ What are you doing here, Heather? The blue-clad girl’s voice was pleading, anxiousness bleeding into it.

 

“You know.”

And she does.

 Duke can feel it.

 The worry in Veronica’s voice could only be because she understands what the bully was here to do.

Despite herself, she could feel her heart finding some type of dark satisfaction in the fact that the other girl was worried about her.

‘This is why you need to die. A good person wouldn’t feel happy that her friend was sad.’

Her inner voice whispered, urging her towards the edge once more.

 

She took a step.

“I’m sorry.” Duke breathed. Tears welled in her eyes.

How long had it been since she was allowed to cry?

Not while chandler was alive, that’s for sure.

 

“Tell Mac I said that, would you?” She turns to Veronica one last time, a pained smile stretching her face.

It hurts.

It hurts so badly.

And yet, it’s the realest smile she’s worn in years.

 

“Tell her yourself, coward!” Ronnie’s voice was hot and bitter, acid tingeing her words.

 

“Coward…?” Duke echoed weakly, not meeting her eyes.

“Hah…I guess you’re right…” She murmured, her smile fading to a neutral line.

 

And then she stepped off backward.

 

…

…

…

Only, she didn’t.

 

She didn’t quite get the chance.

 

As she fell, Veronica rushed forward, grasping Heather’s waist like an anchor, keeping her suspended in the air.

 

The silence was biting, until it was broken by hot tears and broken apologies.

 

They are broken, but broken things can always be fixed…right?