"If you don't have any desire to die, I suggest you back away from that ledge." a tall man with black hair said calmly to a shorter brunette.
"And If I do?" the brunette asked.
"Your loved ones will suffer." the man said coolly. The gloomy brunette threw his head back and roared with laughter. His laughter rolled across the building tops. The taller man winced.
"What loved ones?" the shorter one asked rubbing away a tear of laughter, smiling sadly.
"Surely somebody cares?" the man asked. The shorter of the two shook his head smiling.
"Nope. They've all gone somewhere I can't see them." the man replied. "Besides, I always wondered what it would be like to die."
"What about me?" the taller man asked. "I'll suffer."
The shorter brunette looked in confusion. "N…no you won't." he stated.
"Yes I will. Every morning I wake up I'll remember you. Remember how I couldn't save someone before they came to this. Don't do it." the man said.
"Who are you?" the other questioned.
"Nowaki." he replied. "And who might you be?"
"Hiroki." the other responded.
"Well Hiroki, why don't you come with me? I'll love you." Nowaki said walking towards Hiroki with an extended hand.
"No. I won't become your burden." Hiroki stated bluntly.
"You'll never be a burden. Trust me, you don't want to do this." Nowaki told him. Hiroki stared at the hand and hesitantly reached for it. He placed his small hand in the much larger one. It was warm, so very warm. Nowaki pulled the other into a hug and slowly backed away toward the door. Hiroki drowned himself in the warmth, allowing this man to see him in his moment of weakness. Maybe, life really was worth living.