The song is ended but the melody lingers on...
–Irving Berlin

Karamatsu stared down at the glistening water, the stars reflecting off it. It was a little after midnight, the air cool and the stars bright. He was standing on top of a hospital, using the fire escaped to get up there. The town looked beautiful up here, especially the river and busy parts of the city.
His shoes were off to the side, along with his hoodie. The hoodie was folded nicely with the shoes resting atop them. He stood at the edge of the roof in jeans and a wife beater, wind blowing through his hair. It was too peaceful for what he was about to do. At the same time, it was perfect. The calm before the storm.
Why was he about to jump? He seemed to be happy enough and content with life. In reality, he had been fighting depression for awhile now. He didn't want to show it, not wanting to worry anyone or give his brothers something else to pick on him about. He'd never admit it, but his brothers were part of the reason he developed depression.
He was constantly picked on by them, being called painful and shitty and whatnot. He didn't want to hurt anyone. All he wanted was to love the world. He didn't want to drive others away. He still managed to. He'd stop hurting others if he did this.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about his brothers. He thought about the different outcomes. They'd all probably move on like nothing happened. He was proud of his brothers, even stating such in his suicide note. He loved them all. Which only gave him more reason to do this. He'd stop being a nuisance in their lives.
He had specified in his suicide note how he wanted to be buried. Closed casket. He didn't want anyone to see the gory mess he'd become. A black coffin with a blue lining. He wanted to be surrounded by red roses. It was a weird thing to talk about while saying why you killed yourself, but he did want it a specific way.
He turned his back to the edge, lining it up with his heels. He took a deep breath before falling backwards. He kept his eyes open, staring up at the sky. It was so beautiful. He was glad this would be the last thing he saw. The fall seemed to go in slow motion.
He finally felt at peace. He was ready to go. He was out of reasons to live. He was prepared for whatever sweet embrace death gave him. He closed his eyes after a few seconds, smiling a little. Not even two seconds later, he hit the ground with a loud crunch.
His legs crush beneath him, all of his bones shattering and protruding and piercing through his skin and out of his body, looking like some bizarre pin cushion. His head hurtled down upon his neck, crushing all of his bones and veins, making him bleed all over. His head hits the ground, making it explode like a blood-soaked bomb. Pieces of brain, blood, gore, and brain fluid fly out and splatter everything in the area.
He lied there, with only seconds to feel the pain, the agony, the little spikes of torture shooting through his nerves, and then die.
Upon impact all you could hear was a loud thud, then many loud cracks and splintering noises as his bones shatter underneath his weight. Screams erupted from passersby, some rushing towards him and others away. He still managed to have a smile on his face, or at least what was left of it.