Watching them have someone else kills him. Watching how happy they now are without him makes him want to end it all. Cut off all his ties from the Earth, right here, right now. He almost smiles at the thought of death. How perfect it would be to not have to feel anymore, to not have to listen to anyone, to not have to hear of the disasters of the world today. How the whole world was going to shit.
He still loves them, how could he not? They were his everything, all that he ever asked for was inside them. But he fucked up, and he lost them, just like that. It took everything for him to get them, and almost nothing to lose them.
His breaths stutter as the wind whips around him, his hair cutting across his face and curling under the curves. He stares down at the murky water below him, ignoring the cries from the road behind.
Get down, don't jump! We can help you!
Oh how wrong they were. They didn't realise how lost he was, how stray he'd fallen.
He clenches his fists, taking one final breath before stepping out off the ledge.
The air seethes past him, shrieking past his ears with a howl before disappearing as his body plummets into water. The icy temperature hits him first, freezing up his body and he can't move. He doesn't struggle, just lets it flow peacefully, lets his fate come and waits it for it to be over and done with.
His mind sets on his past lover. All the things they'd done together, he knows he'd never regret any of it. Every hold, touch, smile, carress. It was all he thought of in those last moments.
He closes his eyes and pushes everything from his mind, he takes a long breath, throat choking and desperately trying to fight off the water that came rushing down, but losing.
The last thing he sees is their face, before everything fades to black.