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Tw- Depression, mentions of slight abuse, suicide (There's probably more so please point them out :) )

Impulse is depressed and always has been. It wasn't until one unfortunate night that it got unbearable to handle. He was going to have a nice dinner. His friends were always so loud so he decided to go solo. It started out quiet, Peaceful even. Like everything was going good for once. But it's never that simple, is it? It just so happened to be that his lover- Tango, went to the same place. With another man. He watched in horror as they held eachother, inching closer until their lips connected. It was like time stopped to allow that moment to happen. Impulse didn't dare move, scared of the consequences the demon would give him if he tried to leave him. Tango has always been a little scary but that wasn't too noticeable until recently. All he wanted was a break. A peaceful, quiet, little meal to himself that he could enjoy without interruption. But it has to be ruined. Every. Single. Time.

The past few months have been hard, Impulse couldn't stop thinking about it. Talking with Tango felt like air was being sucked out of him. Every hug, kiss, even just merely holding his hand felt like a thousand knives, maybe more, stabbing him where it hurts most. It felt like his heart was getting torn into shreds every time the devil spoke. His life took a turn for the worst and it could never be repaired. Never.

It got worse over time, when Tango started getting drunk and going out with more men, even woman and came home with them. Impulse didn't bother coming out of his room until Tango passed out. He knows the things that will happen if he did. His mental and physical state worsened as time passed. He didn't go on walks, or even leave. He barley at a crumb of food and water became almost useless to him. Tango pretended to care, to give him affection and to love him, but Impulse didn't care all to much anymore as he just ignored him. All his "I love you's", all his attempts to cuddle, all his attempts to try to get him to "let it out". They all became more and more meaningless as time went by. 

One thing Impulse did like to do though- when nobody walked the streets- was stare out his little window. He'd stare for so long that it seemed everything was going to be ok, even for the smallest fraction of time. All the roads that went on, and on. The valleys that had flowers of all sorts littered around the grass. It reminded him of what it used to be- happy and careless, full of life and wishes and little moments that felt like they lasted forever. If he had the motivation, he'd go sit there and feel the flowers himself, water them even, but that felt impossible knowing that something would ruin it. He just couldn't risk it. Sometimes he tried. Tried to go out but was stopped when the sound of stomps hitting the pavement and the sound of mindless chatter. He'd sprint right back into his room, where it was safe.

One day, seemed like any other, at least to any other person. To Impulse, it felt even more peaceful than it has been. He stared out of the glass window into the oblivion. There was no sound of cars in the distance, no people talking, just the breeze and the quiet sound of bees. He enjoyed the moment when he thought of going to a place just like the valleys, without any sort of interruptions. A place where he could finally be happy. Then it hit him. But, he couldn't just- or could he? He contemplated his thoughts until he decided "it's for the best".

He walked out of his room, for the first time in what seemed like forever. He noticed Tango on the couch, not drunk for once. "Hi Impy! Watcha doin'?" Tango exclaimed cheerfully, acting as if he cared. Impulse didn't respond, only focused on the task laid before him. Tango got angry, so he decided to follow. Impulse walked close to the valley, clinging to the smell of pollen and the reassuring feeling. He eventually found his way to the train tracks. It felt nostalgic, like he'd been there, even in a dream. He sat there waiting, unaware of the presence of another person. His breaths were slow and even, waiting for the right time, for what? He knows.

In the distance, but not to far away, he heard the sound of a train. He stood up, the time coming. Tango wondered "what in the hell was he doing?" Impulse took a deep breath and walked walked right on the middle of the train tracks. Tango watched, realizing what he was doing, but didn't have enough time to stop him. The train came closer and closer until...

It hit him.

Ah yes, angst fills my soul. Plus, there is not enough Impulse angst, soooo.....

Wc- almost a thousand