i'm sorry i can't be perfect

tw: thoughts of suicide

Perhaps he should have just stayed gone. Never have returned to the Hallows and discover Resins untimely tragedy. Noone should have to struggle through the not one death of a mother, but two, yet here Grimshaw stood atop the highest point of the fjord looking down on the jagged rocks and water below. It wouldn't take but a fleeting action to send himself over the edge, ending the pain he felt inside doubled over. He hadn't even gotten fully over the loss of his actual mother, but now with the loss of the woman that saved and adopted him personally, the emotions were becoming too hard to handle. Had he only just stayed away, the young man wouldn't be standing at the top of the fjord contemplating ending it all.

He'd only broken off from the group because they had kidnapped that young girl, but maybe he could find them again. Maybe he could rescue that girl. What did she say her name was? Bella something. If he died in the process, well is that not what he stood here considering a moment ago? A breeze broke Grim from his thoughts and he tore his locked gaze on the world below to focus instead on the rising moon. He didn't know what he wanted to do. He just didn't want to do this anymore.