This was it the end he had waited all these 18 years for. The time had come, time for Jake Puckerman to die at his own hand. The crudely written note only read two words. "Goodbye guys..." He signed his full name at the bottom of the piece of paper and walked away from his home for the last time. He made his way to the ledge. Once the jump was done, when there once were many adjectives like nice, talented, a loving human being to his boyfriend that could describe Jake, yet as of late only one word could possibly describe him. Dead.