A\N: I dont own Homestuck or any of the characters (obviously). So there`s your disclaimer and I just wanna say before hand that i thank each and everyone of you for reading this. I`m really truly grateful! Please R&R! Thank you! 3

Dirks POV

Dirk was done. Jake had left him. He was no longer a hero of heart, for his heart had shattered into a million pieces. He was a hero of broken hearts. His powers, life, and everything were breaking down right in front of him. He was the destroyer class. He was the one supposed to break others hearts... so why was he the one hurting right now while Jake seemed to have everything perfectly together? Why?

Maybe it would be better if he was to just disappear from existence. He always liked to think he was the one that held this team together but he knew that without him the others would be perfectly okay. No they'd be better than okay! They didn't need the destroyer of souls on their team... he would just end up hurting everyone.

With such a thought he saw only one possible solution. He grabbed his hoverboard and flew as high as he could before the engine stalled. Than he accepted his death with open arms. He took off his glasses and opened his eyes and smiled at the false beauty of the world around him. This was it. There would be no more pain after this.

He rushed towards the ground. You would think he would feel some sadness, or perhaps fear in the face of death. Even happiness or relief would be more normal than his current emotions. But what he was feeling was nothing. He was numb. He was ready for this.

He continued towards the ground until a blue mist materialized in front of him in the form of a boy. he couldn't control where he fell, so he fell right into the strange boys arms. The momentum sent them both spiraling towards the ground for a moment before the strange boy somehow stopped their descent in midair and grinned at him goofily.

Johns POV

John grinned at the platinum haired boy. He looked sorta like Dave so did that mean it was his brother? It must be! He used his windy powers to float them both towards the ground. "Hi there! it`s nice to meet you!"

The other boy looked up at him with an emotionless face... definately a typical strider, than he grinned cockily, "I bet it is. I bet it`s so fuckin nice to meet me that you're fighting back tears of joy, because you know that if you started crying with joy you`d never stop. Cuz the Strider makes you so fucking joyful that the joy tears would keep flowing and fill up this half-assed world with salty eye leakage."

Yes. Definitely Daves brother. It was great to meet him! Wonder what the Dave in his timeline was like? "You must be Daves bro than! I`m John Egbert! Daves best friend!" He landed on the ground, his goofy grin permanently plastered on his face.

"If you would be referring to the Hella master of cinema than yes. I am in fact THE Daves bro. Dirk Strider."

He gently put Dirk down and realized he was actually about a foot taller than him when they were both standing. He gazed up at this strider curiously, just now realizing where they had been. "Why were you in the air Dirk? ooooohhhhh are you a Hero of Breath too!"

Dirk shrugged, "Nah. Imma Destroyer of souls. I was just in the air to take a breather from destroyin shit. y`know?"

"That doesn't make any sense! Why would you be in the air if you can't fly? Wouldn't that mean you'd fall to the earth and..."

The sarcastic Strider looked at him seriously. Those orange eyes refusing to look away from. The beauty of them held him in place. It was like looking into an infinite sunset. How was it possible for eyes to be so captivating? "and Die? That was pretty much the plan till you showed up." Dirk responded.

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could anything get so bad that the only thing left to do was kill yourself? he looked up at the other boy. Tears started welling up in his eyes, "W-why?"

Dirks POV

Dirk looked down at the boy... why did he bother crying for someone who was practically a stranger? The tears looked wrong on the face of the boy who had seemed so happy only moments before. He wiped a tear from his face with one hand and tilted the boys face up with his other. "Why do you bother to cry for me?"

"D-dunno," he whispered.

"There`s your answer" Dirk responded before doing the only thing he could think to do to get this boy to stop crying. He leaned down towards John and kissed him softly, his smooth lips tasted of saltiness from the tears. The boy stiffened in his spot and soon pulled away blushing furiously, "I-I`m n-not gay!" He stuttered.

Dirk grinned devilishly, "But everyones a bit stridersexual." Then he kissed the boy once more. He no longer tasted the tears on his lips and he wrapped an arm around Johns waist to hold him there. Wanting to kiss the sadness out of this other boy, but not knowing why? He soon felt the other boy kissing back. Than... nothing. It was like this boy named John had never existed. He had disappeared as suddenly as he had come.

But the boy had to exist... This Egbert guy had saved him from his fall. His busted up hoverboard a few paces away was proof that he would have fallen to his doom. Maybe he could Love again. Live again! He needed to find that windy kid again. He needed to find the one called John Egbert.