You step onto the roof, and the city spreads out beneath you like a vast ocean.

You look to the edge and see that you weren't alone with your idea. A young man is already standing on the edge of the roof.

You approach him, take his hand, and look into the distance. "Are you scared?"

He looks at you. "No. I just can't do this anymore." His voice is barely more than a whisper.

You look down at the city and then up at the night sky.

"Look, a shooting star."