"All it would take is one step."

Fifteen year old Joseph Margaus said.

Joseph stood on the edge of the roof, peering down at all the people on the sidewalks and all the cars driving past each other.

He wondered, did anyone notice him up here and decided to just keep walking? Was anyone that had driven by caught the sight of a suicidal ten year boy on the roof and just decided to keep going on with there life? Had someone from far away see him and watched, intrerested in his next movements. Thinking, "I may or may not watch a kid die tonight." And smile, enjoying the thought that they could've prevented his death somehow. Or did everyone below and above him not bother to look? Completely oblivious the fact someone, a kid no less, would die.

"It's funny."

A feminine voice Joseph recognized said.

"You can take a step forward and you're life would be over, but if you take a step back, all it was take is a jump or a push.

A girl, the same age as him, stood on the the edge with him. Instead of looking down, she looked up to the skies.

"What if I slipped and fall?"

"That'd be a funny, but pathetic way to die. Don't do it though. I'm saying this because I'm going to be blamed and accused for murder."

"You're right."

She slipped her hand into Joseph's.

His body softened at her touch and his will to live increased. Joseph noticed and sighed.

"I hate you, Klaira Bellatine. You make me feel things I don't ever want to feel."

"It's called love, Joseph Margaus."

"I don't like it. I just want to jump."

"Then go ahead. I'm not stopping you."

"Yes you are. You're holding my hand."

"If you're going to die then so am I."

"I don't want you to die. I don't want to drag you down with me."

"You don't have a choice, Joseph. If you die, then I will too. If you don't, then I won't die."

Joseph sighed. Giving up on his suicide attempt. He took about ten or more steps away from the ledge until they both stood in the middle of the roof. They still hadn't unhooked their hands.

"You really do care. You're still human, Joseph, even if your feelings are usually bottled up. You might not understand what you feel, but I'm always here to help.

"Yeah and... and..."

Klaira smiled, finding this adorable.

"I get stressed."

"If you ever get stressed, then you can always come to me. Did I do that right? I don't think I did it right."

"It's okay, Seph. You're getting the hang of it. You just have to find the problem and offer yourself as a solution."

"If you ever feel like the weight on your shoulders are getting a bit too heavy for your liking, just dump all of it on me. A-And..."

Joseph paused, thinking of his next words.

"I can promise you... The weight on your shoulders will be as heavy as a feather."

"That's better. You did it."

"Thank you. I feel..."

"Use a comparison."

"I feel like a puppy that got rewarded a treat."

"You're happy."

"I like that feeling. Makes me forget the bad."

"Yeah, I like being happy. I'm always happy when I'm around you."

"Is that why you're always smiling? I always thought it was fake. Like you were giving me a false-sense of hope and security."

"Well, half the time it's fake while the other half I can't help but genuinely smile when I'm around you."

"I wanna sleep in a bed again. Someone smashed my cardboard home."

"Well I'll take you to my grandpa's house. We can sleep there for the night."

"I like Grandpa Garry. He's interesting."

"That's because he's weird. And you like odd things."

"I just find him fascinating. The way he thinks intrigues me."

"You are an odd boy, Joseph Margaus."

"You are a strange girl, Klaira Bellatine."