there's no mountain too great ,

[Dawson Gerrick Schaffer]

What was life? What sort of meaning was there in it, what was there to live for? What was the point of living, if one couldn’t find something to live for anyway? It was supposed to be love, wasn’t it? You were supposed to fall in love, and then you stayed with that person forever, until the end of your days. But love couldn’t be one-sided. It just tore him apart. He couldn’t live, he couldn’t thrive. He didn’t want to be on this earth unloved, not mattering. And Dawson needed to matter. He needed someone to care for him; he needed someone to show him that there was more to live than just getting through it unnoticed. After all, that was what Dawson had been doing with his life until he met Andrei. His plan had included graduating in silence, then moving to Iceland or Canada and writing for the rest of his life — alone. But then Andrei had come along, and rather than fucking everything up, he had made everything better. He had helped Dawson to live again. And when he left, all that and more was torn away from him again.

And everything was worse than it had been before. Dawson didn’t want to be around people, he didn’t want to be by himself; he just simply didn’t want to live anymore. He’d finished the school day in silence, quietly taking in his surroundings for the last time. He had written a letter to his parents that morning; they would find it soon enough. They were the only ones he had written to; after all, there was really no one else that cared enough to even realize that he would be gone. And that was perhaps the worst part: that Dawson knew that even after he went through with this, even after he was gone, it wouldn’t be like anything had even changed at Riverdale. Life would go on just fine without him, as it already practically was now. He was barely a blip on anyone’s radar, and so it wouldn’t matter in the slightest when he disappeared from them altogether.

And that was how he ended up in Lower Riverdale, on the shadier side of town. No one would notice him here, so no one would try to stop him. That was Dawson’s only fear right now: someone finding him and pulling the gun out of his hand, telling him no, he mattered. Because he didn’t. He didn’t, and he knew that! There had been one person in his life before to tell him that, and it had all turned out to be a huge lie. He wasn’t going to go through that pain again. In fact, he wasn’t going to go through any more pain at all. Dawson stood behind the market, half of his body hidden in the shadows, taking a deep breath. There was no one around. He slowly raised the gun to his head. Sure, this way people would find his body — they would react to the sound. But then it didn’t have to be his parents who would be the first ones to find him. This way was the best for everyone.

W O R D S * some.
T H O U G H T S * this is so bad.
M U S I C * he lives in you - lion king
T A G G E D * cal / arlen! <3
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements

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[Arlen David Halden]

Arlen had been out wandering the town on his hands again and getting stared at like he was insane for it. This was a pretty typical occurrence though so he paid no mind to the stares he was getting. Then again he got stared at almost every day of his life for doing this so he was just good at ignoring them. What he wasn’t good at ignoring were the people who were trying to blend it. Seemed he was just good at finding them and bothering them. Yes, he was going to consider it bothering too being that many people did not appreciate his hyperactivity most of the time. Some people found it ok sometimes, but they did not like when he was around for long periods of time mauling them with hugs. Anyway though he was looking around and noticed the people who were trying to just blend into the crowd rather than stick out like a sore thumb. Those that were wearing colors that were dull, and that showed no individuality on their clothing or were just living on the street and thus were the same color as the dirt around them. This was not exactly the best part of town, and he wondered how he managed to find himself here again. He heard someone call him insane for walking on his hands and dropped down to being back on his feet just to blink at them like they were the ones that were insane.

Honestly he probably belonged in some sort of circus with the way he acted all the time. Anyway though, he just wandered the streets looking around as to what street he was even on. He honestly couldn’t exactly read upside down in English being that it was his second language. Thus he hadn’t bothered with the street signs and was now looking for where the hell he was. He never figured it out though because he was horribly distracted by the fact that he spotted someone he knew, and that they didn’t exactly look like they were in the right mind. Then again maybe that was just because they were holding a gun. He saw as Dawson raised the gun and just didn’t think about what the hell this guy was doing anymore. It was pretty obvious being that most people didn’t point a gun at themselves for no apparent reason other than to kill themselves. He was a little faster than most people gave him credit for and, he had the ability to move through people without issue being that he could either jump around them or they would move if they saw him going to run into them.

Without really thinking about it he jumped on Dawson to tackle him and keep him from shooting himself. Though, that also left Arlen basically, nose to nose, on top of Dawson while pinning the other boy down at the same time. ”What do you think you are doing?” he asked bluntly to the other boy that he was basically lying on.


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words: 520
tag: beth/dawson
note: this took forever and kinda sucks mybad