What My Eyes Found (Thomas Jefferson × Reader)
"Love... what does that word mean to you?" Mrs. Alban asked, lightly gazing over the class. I raised my hand. "Pain and suffering. Loss and heartbreak. There's no one waiting for you. There's no one there. Only the eternal darkness that will eventually swallow us all. You'd have to be an idiot to believe otherwise." I stated flatly. The teacher told me to leave, but I stayed put. I had to switch schools because of it. ~~~~~~~ That was less than a year ago now. Everything's gotten worse since. The pity, the feelings, the scars... everything. It can't be helped, it can't be changed, this is how it's going to be. What if someone could fix it though... is it possible to let them?(Small reference to suicide. So... yeah. You've been warned. Read at your own risk.)…