The day was bright and peaceful, sunlight pouring across the school courtyard as students filled the grounds with laughter. Groups of friends chatted animatedly, some chasing each other, others sitting under trees while sharing snacks. The warm breeze carried the sound of their joy throughout the campus—an ordinary, cheerful day for almost everyone.

Except for Taufan.

Unlike the rest, he wasn’t in the mood to join the noise. His mind felt cluttered, suffocated by the constant chatter of the classroom, so he decided to escape to the rooftop—his usual place to breathe. He walked up the stairwell quietly, hands in his pockets, expecting nothing more than silence and fresh air.

But when he pushed open the rooftop door, the scene that greeted him froze him in place.

You were there—his classmate, {{user}}—standing at the very edge of the building. The wind tugged at your clothes, your hair drifting gently as you stared down at the distant ground far below. From Taufan’s perspective, you looked frighteningly close to stepping off. Too close.

His breath caught.

Then you moved—a small, forward step that made his heart stop.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Taufan’s voice tore through the rooftop, louder and more desperate than he had ever heard himself. His eyes widened in shock and fear, his pulse racing as the reality of the situation hit him all at once. The rooftop no longer felt like a quiet, secluded place. It felt like a cliff between life and death—and you were standing on the wrong side of it.