SAVIOUR

Warning: This book contains themes of depression, anxiety, suicide, and self-harm. While these topics are explored within the story, it's important to note that there are happy endings and themes of hope, healing, and resilience. Reader discretion is advised, and support resources are available for those who may find the content distressing.

TICUS' POV

In the quiet solitude of my room, I am engulfed by the weight of grief that hangs heavy in the air. It's been weeks since I lost my mum, yet the ache in my heart refuses to fade. Each day feels like an eternity, a relentless cycle of longing and emptiness that threatens to consume me whole.

I find myself drawn to her picture on my phone, a snapshot frozen in time that serves as a bittersweet reminder of the life we once shared. In it, she smiles back at me, her eyes sparkling with warmth and love. The image is etched into my mind, a vivid portrayal of the woman who was not just my mother, but my confidante, my rock, my everything.

As I gaze upon her face, memories come flooding back like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of my consciousness. I remember the simple joys we shared, the laughter that echoed through our home, the warmth of her embrace that never failed to chase away my fears.

We had our rituals, my mum and I. Each day was punctuated by moments of connection and companionship that I now realize I took for granted. From our morning chats over steaming cups of tea to our evening walks in the park, every moment was infused with her presence, her love wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.

But now, she is gone, and I am left adrift in a sea of memories, longing for the sound of her laughter, the touch of her hand, the warmth of her embrace. And so, I turn to the only solace I can find—the picture on my phone, a silent testament to the love we shared and the bond that will never be broken.

In my desperation to dull the pain, I have tried everything—distractions, diversions, anything to numb the ache that gnaws at my soul. But no matter how hard I try, the memories persist, haunting me like ghosts in the night.

Even music, once a source of solace and comfort, has become a double-edged sword. I find myself drawn to the melancholy strains of ballads and laments, their haunting melodies echoing the emptiness that now resides within me. Each note is a dagger to the heart, a painful reminder of all that I have lost.

But still, I listen, unable to tear myself away from the siren song of sorrow. Perhaps it's the catharsis of shared pain, the knowledge that somewhere out there, someone else understands the depth of my despair. Or perhaps it's simply a way to feel close to my mum, to bridge the gap between the past and the present, if only for a fleeting moment.

And so, I lose myself in the music, allowing the waves of emotion to wash over me, carrying me away on a tide of grief and longing. For in those moments, I am not alone. In those moments, my mum is with me, her spirit lingering in the melody, her presence a comforting presence in the darkness.

But as the music fades and the silence descends once more, I am left with the harsh reality of her absence. The ache in my heart remains, a constant reminder of all that I have lost. Yet, amidst the pain, there is also hope—a flickering flame that refuses to be extinguished.

For even in the darkest of nights, there are stars that shine bright, guiding us through the darkness and lighting the way home. And though my journey may be fraught with sorrow and despair, I know that my mum's love will be my guiding light, leading me towards a brighter tomorrow.

So, I hold onto her memory like a lifeline, cherishing the moments we shared and finding solace in the knowledge that, though she may be gone, she will never be forgotten. And as I look at her picture on my phone, I am filled with a sense of peace, knowing that she is watching over me, guiding me through the storm and into the light. But the peace does not hold for long.

The morning sun casts a golden glow over the world as I awaken, the weight of grief still heavy upon my shoulders. With trembling hands, I reach for my car keys, my mind consumed by a singular purpose. Today, I will find peace.

As I make my way to the cliff, each step feels like a journey into the unknown. The air is thick with anticipation, the sound of crashing waves echoing in the distance. And then, finally, I stand at the edge, the abyss yawning before me like a gaping maw.

Mama, I'm coming," I whisper into the wind, my voice barely audible above the roar of the ocean below. With a heavy heart and tears streaming down my cheeks, I prepare to take the final leap into the unknown.

But just as I am about to surrender to the void, a strong hand wraps around my arm, pulling me back from the brink. Startled, I turn to see a stranger standing before me, his features obscured by the glare of the morning sun.

He is tall and imposing, with a ruggedness that speaks of a life lived on the edge. His eyes, deep blue like the ocean itself, bore into mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. In that moment, I feel as though he can see straight into my soul, stripping away the layers of pain and sorrow that I have built around myself.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demands, his voice sharp and commanding. "Do you have any idea what you're about to throw away?"

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come. Instead, I am left staring into those piercing blue eyes, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and confusion.

"You have so much to live for," he continues, his voice softening slightly. "Don't let your pain consume you. There is still hope, still light in the darkness. But you have to be willing to fight for it."

With a gentle touch, he reaches out and places a hand on my shoulder, his warmth seeping into my skin like a beacon of hope. And then, without warning, he delivers a sharp slap across my cheek, the sting jolting me back to reality.

"Snap out of it," he says firmly, his voice brooking no argument. "You are stronger than this. You are not alone."

As his words sink in, I feel the weight of despair begin to lift, replaced by a glimmer of hope that I thought had long since faded. And then, as if on instinct, I collapse into his arms, my body wracked with sobs as the floodgates of emotion finally break free.

He holds me close, his embrace a lifeline in the midst of the storm. And as I cling to him, I realize that I am not alone, that there are still people in this world who care, who are willing to stand by me in my darkest hour.

"Thank you," I whisper through my tears, my voice barely audible above the sound of the ocean. "Thank you for saving me."

He says nothing in response, but his grip tightens around me, a silent reassurance that speaks volumes more than words ever could. And in that moment, as the sun rises high in the sky and the world begins anew, I know that I am not alone, that there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Yaaaaay! Such a close call, I cant believe someone saved ticus, he seems like a nice person though 🤭

Yaaaaay cant wait to see more of the mysterious guy, I hope they exchange numbers though 😍😍.