He makes a run for the water before he can change his mind. His life, or a selection of lowlights, flashes through his mind as he does so. He's seven years old and pushing his brother into a cage, saying It's just a game. He's 39 years old and dancing with his wife and kids at his sister's wedding, a joyful, terrible dance that comes too late. He's standing in a bathroom with his brother's girlfriend, coke all over the sink, she's winding a strand of hair seductively around her finger saying Your brother doesn't wanna fuck me for some reason, wanna help a girl out? and he thinks Sure, why not? He's standing on the roof of his dad's company wishing he could jump, but knowing that he wouldn't be able to even if the glass screen wasn't there.
Some part of him must hesitate even now, because before he can throw himself in he feels Colin's arms gripping him from behind and pulling him back. He goes limp with relief as his father's bodyguard says It's okay Sir, I've got you, like he knew he would.
It feels like a sign, like his father is protecting him from beyond the grave. Thank you Dad.
He tried. They can't say he didn't try to end it all. The water just isn't ready for him yet.