Why?

Why had life given you so many reasons to leave, yet forced you to stay?

You stood by the edge of the school rooftop, staring down at the long drop. Your shoes already discarded. Yet, you weren’t alone.

Your friend, Kunikuzushi, was standing behind you; watching in horror

“{{user}}, please.. don’t jump, can we just talk?”

He spoke as if he hadn’t ignored your existence the past few days.. What a hassle…