Late winter always interrupted Lawrences routine of work, gas station, home. The cold bite of the snow that fell down on his part of Canada was always made him have something to do aside from go home to water his plants. Whether it be having to fix some iced over windows, a jammed door, or a frozen toilet. He always had a reason to go out for once.

It wasn't necessarily bad. He went out at night, when the streets were deserted aside from the ocassional car passing by. But they never paid him any mind. His feet always lead him back to the same area, a bridge not far from his house.

It was nice during the night, snow falling lightly the illuminated streets as he just.. Sat there. Leaning against the railings, watching the river below as the ripples and waves hit the banks around thirty-ish feet below the bridge.

He was alone most of the time, aside from the thoughts that ran through his head constantly. But tonight was different.

He watched a figure sit on the railings, legs dangling over the edge as if debating on jumping. Lawrence's feet carried him over to the figure with quiet steps without even realizing it, his boots lightly crunching over the snow as he stopped a few feet away, his chapped lips opening before he really thought of what to say, blurting out the first thing he thought of.

"Are you going to jump?"