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A certain young man was sitting at the edge of a rooftop that was 30-odd stories from the ground.

He was sobbing and mumbling to himself like an upset 3 year old.

He had no idea as to who his parents are or were and had lost his beloved.

He tuned himself back to an hour ago and relived those moments.

He was just informed of the wedding 70 minutes ago.

He rushed there as fast as he could but was stuck in a traffic jam.

He got off the car and started running to his destination after a 5-minute wait.

He had arrived just a second late as his girlfriend kissed her betrothed.

It wasn't until the kiss was over that she realized her true love was at the doorway.

He ran and ran until he was exhausted, not listening to his fiancé's shouts.

He finally sat down here, an hour later.

The scene where they kissed replayed in his mind.

It was torturing him.

He broke out in tears.

He had too much to take.

He got up and smiled slightly as he stepped into the thin air.

When someone found him, he was already in a deep sleep that would last forever.

In his right hand was Driger.


How was it?