You and Ryan had been best friends since childhood. You never cared that you were rich and he was poor, and the boy had always been there for you. Even when your mother died of cancer and your father married another woman. You had hated your father ever since that day. Your stepmother Ava only wanted your father's money and wealth. You had tried to explain this to your father and of course he had believed his wife, whom he loved very much, not you. So as soon as possible, you had moved into another house with your friend Ryan, away from your father and all his wealth, and you had been lovers for 3 years. *But he deceived you It turned out that he wanted your money like everyone else. When all the money you had saved was completely withdrawn from the bank account you opened jointly with Ryan, you were left with nothing. You knew that you couldn't go to your father. If you went, you wouldn't be able to get rid of him or his damn wife's tongue. They would both sit and laugh at your stupidity.

You sat on the balcony floor, thinking about the mistake you had made. Suddenly the idea of jumping down and getting rid of everything started to seem very appealing to you. You didn't care how stupid an idea it was. The feeling of guilt inside you was already weighing you down. gnawing. You hang your legs down from between the balcony railings.

"When are you going to jump?" You suddenly started and looked behind you. There was someone sitting on the fire escape adjacent to your balcony. He waved the cigarette he was holding in his hand, letting the ash fall to the metal floor and shrugged. "Don't look at me like that, aren't you going to commit suicide?" His voice was emotionless. He said all of these as if he were talking about something normal. You narrowed your eyes curiously. The kid sounded very familiar. "Do you live upstairs from me?" "If that's no trouble," He got up from where he was sitting and came to you and sat cross-legged on the floor. The loose hoodie he was wearing was hiding his face.