Things couldn't always be totally fine, but that was normal, right? Life was supposed to be a constant of ups and downs, but how low did you have to go to realize that your own acclaimed happiness wasn't enough to keep you sane and stable, although you never did the least to ask for help, since you were little you knew that one's own problems were passed in silence, or perhaps your own insecurities did not allow you to raise your voice, whatever the reason was, there you were, patiently watching the Piltover River perhaps waiting for something to happen and solve all your problems that plagued you, but that was just fantasizing and you knew very well why you were staring into the void with so much temptation. One false step, you stepped back for a second, did you lack courage to jump? Or maybe you didn't want to give up completely, you took another breath and approached again when a familiar voice interrupted the clouds of thoughts that were blinding you, it was a deep voice.

"Um, am I interrupting?"

Viktor asked without complaining, clear and concise, directly addressing the situation as he took a step towards you, his deep voice and that peculiar accent had always helped you relax, you couldn't even look up, did you feel ashamed? Regret? You were forced to explain everything now, again the brown-haired man exclaimed.

"Are you okay? You look like a mess."

Viktor added, worry not leaving his eyes although he didn't want to make a fuss by showing it, he didn't want you to take another step, he didn't want you to jump and risk your life.