All the street lights were already turned on and it was visible from the rooftop of your apartment building as the wind blows.

Things have been treating you bad lately, and there was no light indicating that things were gonna get better any time soon.

...So why not just end it all now? You took your last puff of smoke and tossed away the cigarette. You got ready to jump off, and you did... until suddenly,

"Gotcha!" A familiar voice stood above you as you were already hanging from the apartments side. Dammit, it was Darien, that jerk!

"Now what do you think you're doing, Mr. Miserable?"