Sunrays shined onto the brunet tuft of hair on top of Ty's head, warming it immersely. The teen slowly opened his eyes, the brown irises widening immediately.
Ty was face to face with the front of a truck.
After closing his eyes and mentally saying 'goodbye' to everyone he knew, prepared to end his life, he awaited the, in his opinion, painful blow.
Which never came.
After a few moments, Ty tentatively opened slowly one eye after the other, and yes, the truck was still in the same distance, a few metres away from the spot he was standing on. He slowly walked over to the vehicle, closely studying its undamaged structure. There was a driver, a man in his, Ty had to guess, late thirties, seated inside the monstrous vehicle. He was lazily clutching the steering wheel with one hand, the other occupied with a bottle of Vodka.
Ty moved around the truck, finding himself on the crossroads by the end of their street. There were people all around him, though none of them moved, making the whole scenery look like a lifesize photo.
Curious, he walked to the pedestrian walkway ((how the fuck do you call these things like wtf)), gently touching a waiting woman's shoulder. It felt cold, like an ice sculpture in a life size. He retreated his hand after the first touch, rubbing his hands together to generate some heat in his right one.
Trying his hardest to ignore the people who seemed to burn holes in his back with their eyes, he looked around. Nothing particular seemed out of place…
Except…
He was standing in the middle of the road when he was standing on the walkway.

Dawn stood up, softly brushing off her skirt. She gave Sky a smile and her wings fluttered.
"Hey… If anything happens… You come back, okay?" she mumbled, "Don't let it hurt you, you hear me?" her eyes quickly found Bash's window again.
Sky raised an eyebrow at that, "Why, oh why would you even look at Bash?" he asked, sarcasm lacing his voice, "I swear Bodil looked like he was gonna kill me when I looked at his freaking melon…" he grumbled, clearly remembering how jealous Bodil looked when Sky's eyes met Bash's.
"Haha," Dawn chuckled, "He actually wanted me to check on him, because he didn't want to go down again. That idiot is too lazy…"
"You say…" Sky mumbled, "Take care."
"I will. I always do," Dawn replied, her wings stretching. She gave a sigh of content, gently rising into the air. Sky watched her with interest; she was always graceful and silent. She waved at him and slowly disappeared in the sky.
Sky smiled and slowly rose onto his own feet. Knowing God looked, Sky quickly murmured 'thanks', before rising and speeding off in the direction of Ty's apartment.

Ty dashed over to the second him. Closer inspection revealed it was simply another unmoving icy model. He gulped; the accuracy by which the expression of shock and fear was painted onto its face scared him.
Like a deer in headlights.
He looked back and, sure enough, the truck seemed to be going in this direction. There was something else there, though. Ty squinted to see, but it helped none. He was forced to walk over to the side of the road, where kind of a gargoyle was guarding the roof of a building. He changed angles to see, the sun forbidding him.
After finding a food angle that hid the sun with the edge of the building, he examined the gargoyle, only to find out it wasn't really a gargoyle.
It was an angel, sitting with his legs over the edge, wings folded and eyes hidden behind dark shades. He was dressed in gray garments with what seemed to be kneecaps and an interesting set of gloves.
Ty blinked in confusion.
He had seen this man, uh… angel… before.
He just couldn't place where. He looked back at the truck and his sculpture standing in the middle of the street. The strength of its fear could be now battled by Ty's own confusion.
Images played before his eyes; his surroundings started to come alive. The people moved, the truck continued its merry way right to his double, who was still standing there, eyes comically wide.
Ty screamed, telling the other Ty to run away, but it seemed the ex-sculpture couldn't hear him. A shadow flew over his, making Ty tilt his head backwards, only to hiss in pain from the intensity of the sun. His eyes quickly found the culprit - the angel who wasn't sitting on the roof anymore, but instead was flying at top speed straight at his double, outrunning the truck.
Ty watched with his breath held as the angel grabbed his double and made a sharp right turn, right as the truck collided with the waiting Wolswagen. The angel set the, now unconscious, double by one of the houses, putting the grocery bag Ty didn't even notice he picked up next to him. The angel was frowning, Ty could clearly see his profile.
"Sorry," he mumbled, a beautiful tone filling the air, and now Ty noticed that up until now, he couldn't hear anything. The angel spred his wings and took off, Ty's gaze following him back to the roof.
He sat back, looking down at the street that quickly filled with police and ambulance. Ty tried to look, too, but found the whole scenery blurring.
It wasn't long before he couldn't make heads or tails of what he saw. Everything faded to black and Ty slowly opened his eyes.

Ty opened his chocolate eyes, groggily groaning. He rubbed them, trying to rid himself of sleep.
As he sat up, he came face to face with the same, brunet and shaded, angel.